Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 593

Chapter 593

As Robert finished speaking, his gaze unintentionally fell upon Yuna.

It was meant to be nothing more than a fleeting glance, but what he saw was Yuna’s guilty and nervous

eyes, filling Robert with puzzlement.

How odd! Why was this woman so flustered?

At that very moment, Yuna, now conscious of Robert’s scrutiny, deeply regretted her decision to spike

Manley’s drink.

She had thought her actions were stealthy, perfectly concealed, yet Frederick had noticed something

amiss! Not only had he called in the Health and Safety inspectors, but Robert’s keen intuition was also

inching closer to the truth!

Both of them were top minds in Stonebridge City, unparalleled in their analytical skills.

Now with their intellects combined, uncovering her misdeed was a matter of minutes!

Yuna felt the noose tightening around her neck, danger looming over her.

No way! She was supposed to frame Marguerite today; she couldn’t afford to bring trouble. upon

herself and let that wretched Marguerite have the last laugh. Absolutely not!

As Yuna thought this, her guilty gaze morphed into one of malice, almost ferocious. She clenched her

teeth, her hands thumping against her chest in uncontrollable rage as she glared daggers at

Marguerite, her pain palpable, “So, my poor little Manley was drugged! He’s just a baby, hardly able to

string sentences together, and yet someone had the heart to harm him so cruelly!”

Yuna’s words were inflammatory, stirring discomfort among the servants and the inspectors alike. They

began whispering to each other in hushed tones.

“Indeed, how could anyone be so cruel to little Master Manley?”

“Absolutely! Drugging is no small matter!”

“The Winston Mansion always had strict security, how could someone get so close to Manley?”

“Could it have been someone from his inner circle?”

Speculations ran rampant, and Marguerite felt Yuna’s piercing stare like a thorn in her side. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Why keep staring at her as if she was the culprit, as if Yuna had caught her red-handed?

Unfortunately, it seemed her fears were manifesting, as Yuna once again spoke in a mocking tone, “Tell

me, who could be the poisoner? Me and Freddie? We are Manley’s parents; we adore him too much to

ever think of harming him, right?”

Yuna continued, slowly emerging from the shadows and surveying the crowd.

“Could it be Maurice? Manley has no quarrel with him, barely spoken a few words to him, he surely

wouldn’t do such a thing! So, who could it be?”

With that question, Yuna had positioned herself right in front of Marguerite and Frederick.

Her gaze was so sharp that Marguerite felt a chill run down her spine.

Frederick, without a word, stepped in front of Marguerite, his deep eyes looking down with a piercing

intensity that sent shivers through the room.

“What are you trying to say?”

Yuna smiled, but it was a twisted, pained smile.

“Freddie, after all this time, are you still going to be fooled by Marguerite, this sly fox? The entire

Winston family knows she’s had it in for me! She’s been resentful of me for ages, but now that I’m the

Fitzgerald family’s real daughter, she can’t lay a finger on me! So, she targeted Manley, didn’t she?”

As Yuna spoke, she suddenly burst out, yelling at the top of her lungs, “The one who poisoned Manley

is none other than Marguerite!”