Chapter 192


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    hi pürrled and chicicas bravediately she saw the butler how slightly towards Frederick, showing respect


    without a hint of fear


    Of course, if you wish to retum aether it’s possible it won’t take long After all, the master has not


    recovered from his heart attack since hisst birthday party He’s all tyng in the hospital You should go


    see him!


    Bothday party” He


    tack? It must be the Winston family!


    But Marguente had never expected her pregnancy test to have such a powerful impact. So much that


    the head of the Winston Group fell ill and hasn’t left the


    She fell be was about to walk into a lion’s den


    “Miss Lockwood, pleasee with us Our master wants to see you


    the butler finished speaking, two bodyguards stepped forward, rudely pushed Miley aside, and took


    Marguerite in between them.


    Let go of me I can walk on my own!”


    Marguente’s feet swayed in mid air. She felt helpless and angry, like a chick at the mercy of a butcher.


    Miley rushed forward, pounding the bodyguards‘ shoulders, “Put her down! She’s carrying a child! If


    she gets hurt, who’s going to take responsibility? Put her down


    now!”


    With a backward shove, Miley was sent flying by brute force


    Suddenly. Marguente felt a tight grip on her arm Frederick had grabbed her elbow and blocked the way


    with his other hand.


    “Be gentle with her”


    Frederick’s tone was indifferent, but the anger in his eyes threatened to incinerate everyone.


    The butler, still smiling, motioned towards the cars. “Young master, why don’t we all go together? The


    master has been waiting for a long time.”


    “Put her down I don’t want to repeat myself.”


    His sharp, angry tone resurfaced, and the bodyguards immediately let go of Marguerite. She almost fell


    to the ground, but Frederick swiftly caught her and, with an expressionless face, led her to a Rolls


    Royce parked nearby.


    The driver quickly started the engine, and once the convoy left Grandeur Square Mall, Yuna in the


    corner finally revealed a triumphant smile.


    She knew that the anonymous message she had sent to Powell had done its job.


    Tonight, Marguerite was more likely to face danger than luck.


    She dared to fight with her? Bitch!


    Half an hourter, VIP ward of Stonebridge Memorial Hospital.


    Frederick held Marguente’s hand since they’d alighted the car


    arguente felt strange, but she didn’t pull away.


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    She had never dealt with Powell before and had no idea what she was about to face. But it wouldn’t be


    easy.


    With Frederick holding her hand like this, Marguerite felt a little less anxious.


    Upon entering the ward, Powell’s condition was not as severe as Marguerite had imagined. Powell sat


    on the couch with a fierce look in his eyes, clutching a cane


    A dignified andposed middle–aged woman sat next to him, dressed in a simple, milky white gown.


    Her soft features were surprisingly beautiful


    She had the grace and gentleness of ady of a big, noble family.


    I! Marguente wasn’t mistaken, this was Frederick’s biological mother, Jocelyn.


    Lost in her thoughts, a particrly stem voice broke her reverie.


    “You brat‘ III make things clear today. Either you hand over half of thepany’s shares to Maurice, or


    you divorce this woman!”