Chapter 10

“Yuna is getting hitched, but what’s that got to do with me? Do I even share any mutual friends with Yuna?” Marguerite pondered, then a thought

struck her.

Could Yuna’s fiancé be Hanley? That greasy, pudgy guy! You gotta admit, Yuna and Hanley are a match made in heaven. They are both trash!

At that thought, Marguerite chuckled softly, looking at Yuna with amusement, “Sorry, I got zero interest in your love life.”

Yuna had put in so much effort to get a rise out of Marguerite, but Marguerite wasn’t taking the bait. It was like Yuna was shooting herself in the foot. She ground her teeth in frustration, nearly bursting with anger, “Marguerite, let me tell you, my husband is…”

“Yuna!” Marguerite cut her off sharply, “You’re engaged, not married. You sure the end game will play out like you planned?”

Yuna was left speechless, her mind a blank canvas.

“If I were you, I’d stick with him till the end. Not like you, flaunting around before anything’s set in stone. If things don’t work out, you will be embarrassing yourself.”

Yuna failed to achieve her goal, and her hatred for Marguerite grew. But she took Marguerite’s words to heart.

had indeed proposed, but something or someone had messed up the final step, leaving her

had passed, and Frederick hadn’t reached out to her. She didn’t have his number, so if he

her dad to find out Frederick’s company

“Marguerite, this isn’t over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich family, I’ll have you

replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled

let others see their cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna,

the office of the President of

in his plush chair, eyes half–closed, twirling a scent strip under his nose. His brow furrowed, his face

anything?” asked a handsome young man with delicate features,

it on the floor with a grunt,

lost his sense of smell in a car accident. He’d had numerous secret check–ups abroad, but no cause was found. His doctors suggested it could be psychological, so he brought in Robert for therapy. However, even after three years, his condition hadn’t

started probing Frederick, “Have there been any recent events that have stuck with you? If you think about it, you might realize that you could actually smell something during those events. But because you’re so used to not having a sense of smell, you overlooked

subtle fragrance that was easy to miss, but thinking back, that scent seemed to linger at the tip of his nose, touching a chord in his heart.

“I think…”

off as someone knocked on the glass door, interrupting his therapy session. He immediately opened his eyes, his previously

by another assistant carrying

design competition. The perfumes on the tray were the

selection of the perfume design competition has ended. These are the finalists. Please review them,”

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