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

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

her dad to find out Frederick’s company address, and

over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich family, I’ll have you

I’ll wait,” Marguerite replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with

cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna,

in the office of the President of the Winston

half–closed, twirling a scent

anything?” asked a handsome young man with

the scent strip and tossed it on the floor with

numerous secret check–ups abroad, but no cause was found. His doctors suggested it

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

eyes, thinking back on recent events. He 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, that scent seemed to linger at the tip

“I think…”

on the glass door, interrupting his therapy session. He immediately opened his eyes,

followed by another assistant carrying

perfume company, LuxeScents International, had recently held a large–scale perfume design competition. The perfumes on the tray were the finalists, selected from tens of thousands

finalists. Please review them,” Chuck gave

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