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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1246
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Chapter 1246 Arriving Tristan didn't reply to her, knowing William would send someone to welchim.

"Mr. Norwell, it's a great honor to have you here. You must have a long journey." A man reached out with a smile. "You should have called us to pick you up from the airport. It's no bother. You've been indeed considerate, Mr. Norwell. Please cin." Tristan walked to him and answered gently, "It's also convenient to take a taxi here." Monica watched the scene and saw him follow the man to enter the house, thinking he was indeed a distinguished guest.

Tristan seemed to ask, "How's Mr. Hawson's leg? Is he getting better?" Monica finally confirmed Tristan's destination was indeed Darci Manor, which was too coincident.

Before she overthought, she saw Daniel in a dress trotting towards her. "Monica! Monica!" When she bypassed Tristan, two men who received him stopped mid-step and bowed at her respectfully, "Good day, Ms. Hawson." Ignoring them, Daniel trotted to the gate and gave Monica a bear hug.

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Tristan looked back at them.

A man said, "That is Ms. Daniel Hawson, Mr. Hawson's daughter. Probably she'll becyour future wife." Tristan withdrew his gaze, looking at him in confusion as Daniel looked way too young.

"This way, please, Mr. Norwell." Tristan lifted his foot, following them to the castle-like house. He saw many luxury cars in the parking lot and several guests on the way. Seemingly there was a celebration.

"Mr. Norwell," a man explained after seeing his confusion, "Ms. Hawson will turn 18 tomorrow. There's a banquet tonight." ‘She's only 18..." Tristan nodded thoughtfully in response.

After entering the hall, Tristan was taken aback. William didn't sit in a wheelchair but stood there spiritedly without a walking stick.

"Tristan!" William called him, striding towards him while holding his wife's hand. He looked at Tristan lovingly.

Tristan returned to his senses and greeted the Hawson couple, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Hawson." "Nice to meet you," William's wife replied gracefully. She looked him up and down with a satisfying smile.

Tristan didn't ask William about his injury. After all, everyone knew he was well. Evidently, William lied to Zack on the phone earlier.

His purpose was to let Tristan go to his manor personally.

Tristan wondered why but didn't figure it out.

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In the yard under the sunlight, Monica followed Daniel into the manor while scanning around. "My gosh! You are indeed a little princess, Daniel. You're turning 18 years, but the celebration is too grand. The whole manor has been decorated." "Not only my birthday celebration, Monica." Holding her arm, Daniel said with a shy smile, "You'll know the good news tomorrow.

It's the most important moment of my life. You can't be absent." "The most important moment? What's it?" Monica teased her, "The most important moment foris my wedding. How about in England?" Daniel beamed at her without explaining. "Well, almost the same. My mother is from your country, so we have the sblood." Monica looked back at the door and asked in confusion, "Do you always have so many bodyguards? | can tell the manor is heavily guarded today. No one can escape." "Sort of." While chatting, the girls entered the hall of the castle.

"Daddy, Mommy, this is Monica Swain, my bestie," Daniel introduced Monica to her parents.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Hawson," Monica gracefully greeted Daniel's parents while bowing at them in respect.

"Nice to meet you, too, Monica," the Hawson couple answered.

"Daniel, con. Letmake an introduction." William took Daniel's hand and introduced Tristan solemnly, "This is Tristan Norwell." Daniel looked up at the charming man, her eyes glittering in worship. With a bright smile, she greeted him, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tristan." "The pleasure is mine, Ms. Hawson," Tristan responded to her politely in a gentle voice.