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Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 130

Clearly, she was Lisette, his dad's legal wife.

She was dolled up in this vintage green dress, not too long, just knee-length, showing off her calves. The heels not too high, but she looked both seductive and posh.

Quite different from the image Marguerite had in mind from the pictures. In real life, her aura was even stronger.

There she was, swirling her glass of red, making small talk with the men, her classy and elegant demeanor oozing superiority.

Marguerite squinted, studying Lisette's mannerisms and character.

Where was Frederick?

Frederick, the name that sent chills down people's spines, she hadn't met him yet.

"Marguerite?"

A familiar male voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned her head, her eyes wide open.

Steven?

What was he doing here?

Today he wasn't in his work clothes but in a black double-breasted suit, similar to Frederick's style. His hair also was impeccably styled, looking like he'd taken great care to dress up.

"Steven, you..."

The man's rosy lips curled up slightly, noticing Marguerite's confusion, and he began to explain as he approached.

"At big events like these, the blue bloods always have a couple of doctors on standby, you know, just in case."

His hands rested casually on the railing, his exposed slender fingers exceptionally pale, emanating a somewhat androgynous beauty.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that Steven's aura was a bit different than usual.

A bit sly and a hint of unspoken cruelty.

But his face, it was all smiles.

"In case of what? A stampede because it's too crowded? Or worried about feuds breaking out if enemies bump into each other and there's no one to break it up?"

It was meant as a joke, but Steven's eyes flashed with seriousness.

His gaze shifted, then he nodded slightly towards the floor below.

"You're not wrong. After all, at this kind of gatherings, there are a lot of women vying for attention. Lovers, mistresses, official and unofficial partners, all tangled up in love triangles. Fights are common."

Having heard that, Marguerite thought about the anger of the ladies when they were talking about mistresses earlier, and she shuddered.

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