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.

proposed, but something or someone had messed up the final step, leaving her in a state of

day had passed, and Frederick hadn’t reached out to her. She didn’t have

find out Frederick’s company address, and get some

back to reality, shooting Marguerite a cold glare, and threatened arrogantly, “Marguerite, this isn’t over. Just you

smirk.

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

in the office of the President of

sat in his plush chair, eyes half–closed, twirling a scent strip

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

scent strip and tossed it

lost his sense of smell in a car accident. He’d had numerous secret check–ups abroad, but no cause was

sighed softly, turned on some calming piano music, and 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

scent. It was a subtle fragrance that was easy to miss, but thinking back, that

“I think…”

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

another assistant carrying

The perfumes on the

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

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