Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 777

Marguerite turned at the sound, her eyes landing on a tall man striding towards her, his face obscured by a sleek black mask.

He wasn't dressed formally. A loose white shirt hung over sky-blue denim jeans, his physique that of a top model, yet with an aura far surpassing any on the runway.

Her gaze fixed on his piercing, narrow eyes, and she found herself momentarily stunned.

Silas!

His casual demeanor put everyone on edge. Mr. Perry was the first to snap out of it, "Ward... Mr. Ward? Why didn't you send a text? I would've sent someone to greet you!"

Mr. Ward?

Marguerite froze again.

So, the fearsome venture capitalist they spoke of was Silas Ward?!

A wave of dizziness hit her, and she struggled to catch her breath.

Ignoring Mr. Perry, Silas merely glanced at Marguerite, his headache seemingly returning.

He slightly turned, issuing a succinct command, "Ike, get me some water!"

"Right away, Mr. Ward!"

For the first time, Marguerite noticed the tall, lean assistant trailing him, his hair meticulously styled, reminding her oddly of a slimmed-down Chuck.

But before the assistant could move, Mr. Perry, eager to please, hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to Silas.

"Mr. Ward, please, have some water."

Silas pulled out a strip of painkillers from his pocket and downed a few, catching Marguerite's attention. She recalled his daughter mentioning painkillers earlier that day.

Was his health really so poor he needed medication on hand?

Lost in thought, Marguerite was jolted back to reality by gasps from the women around.

Silas had removed his mask to take his medicine, revealing scars that startled them.

Mr. Perry, having never seen Silas's face, found the combination of his fierce presence and scarred visage even more intimidating.

Trembling, Mr. Perry gestured to a seat, "Mr. Ward, please, take a seat."

Silas ignored him, walking straight to Marguerite, "Fancy running into you again."