Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 129

"You're so rude!"

With a roar of shock, Powell picked up his cane and hurled it at Frederick.

Frederick stood there without dodging. The cane hit his waist, but it didn't affect his mood at all.

The more indifferent Frederick was, the angrier Powell became.

"You're treating marriage like a joke. You just get married when you feel like it? Have you discussed it with your family? Have you talked to me about it? I'm your father, why didn't you tell me?"

Frederick replied, "Now you're calling yourself a father, but when you abandoned my mother and me, you didn't mention it. Dad, when did you start caring about my affairs?"

Powell was so angry that his blood pressure went up.

"Frederick!" he growled, his voice like a bell. "You always said she was innocent, now you're married, are you lying to me? You're too reckless!"

Frederick narrowed his eyes, a cold smile on his lips, "In the past, you deceived my mother into becoming your mistress without her knowing. You just wanted a moment of pleasure, but didn't take any precautions..."

"Shut up! Just shut up! You're shameless!"

Exposed by Frederick, Powell was so furious he rushed over and picked up the cane to hit him.

Frederick endured the pain without moving, but his tone was still tough.

"My mother was pregnant for ten months, but you abandoned her and haven't given her a proper status till now. And I, I won't be like you!"

"You're a curse! Say one more word and I'll beat you to death!"

By that time, Powell had already dropped his cane, his hand raised to hit Frederick, his eyes were red.

Frederick looked at him coldly, without fear.

"If it would give Marguerite a proper status. Dad, today's your birthday, good day, right?"

"What do you mean?" Powell asked word by word, each word full of strength.

"I'll tell everyone, I, Frederick, am now married to Marguerite."

"You! You..."

But the reason Marguerite knew she was the topic of their conversation was because they said "Look at that ugly woman over there".

In the entire banquet hall, who could be uglier than her?

Because of her unattractive appearance, she had always been the center of attention wherever she went. Marguerite was used to it.

She quickly finished her soup, then got a glass of soda and went to a corner on the second floor.

From the railing, she could see the whole view of the main hall. The rich people were chatting and boasting, it was very lively.

But this liveliness didn't belong to her.

Even though she was Frederick's wife, when Frederick brought her into this circle of the rich, Marguerite still felt she didn't fit in.

Facing a room full of elites, Marguerite, a nobody, didn't try to please anyone.

It was because of this, she could maintain her independence, quietly watching everyone's revelry.

It was strange, though, that at Powell's banquet, Marguerite didn't see Frederick's mother, but saw another familiar woman weaving through the crowd.