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.

or someone had messed up the final step, leaving her in a

She didn’t have his number, so if he backed out, she wouldn’t

dad to find out Frederick’s

shooting Marguerite a cold glare, and threatened arrogantly, “Marguerite, this isn’t over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich family, I’ll have you kissing

replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with

never let others see their cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna,

the President of the Winston

a scent

still smell anything?” asked a handsome young man

scent strip and tossed it on

secret check–ups abroad, but no cause

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

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

“I think…”

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

Chuck, walked in, followed by another assistant

group’s perfume company, LuxeScents International, had recently held a large–scale perfume design competition. The perfumes on the tray were the finalists,

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

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