Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 10

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.

something or someone had messed up

passed, and Frederick hadn’t reached out to her. She didn’t have his number, so if he backed out, she wouldn’t know where

to find out Frederick’s company address,

over. Just you wait. When

replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with disdain

see their cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna, who flaunted at every

the

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

a handsome young man with delicate

and tossed it on

Frederick’s psychiatrist. Three years ago, Frederick had 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

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

remembered a ridiculous night where he seemed to have caught a faint scent. It was a subtle fragrance that was easy to miss, but thinking back,

“I think…”

glass door, interrupting his therapy session. He immediately opened his eyes, his previously calm

another assistant carrying a tray of perfume

recently held a large–scale perfume design competition. The perfumes on the tray were the finalists, selected

selection of the perfume design competition has ended. These are the finalists. Please review them,” Chuck gave a nod to the assistant, who set the tray down on

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