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.

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

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 I marry into a rich family,

wait,” Marguerite replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with disdain for

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

of the President of the

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

smell anything?” asked a handsome young

and tossed it on the floor with a

man, Robert Fitzgerald, was 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

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 of smell,

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

“I think…”

door, interrupting his therapy

followed by another assistant

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

design competition has ended. These are the finalists. Please review them,” Chuck gave a nod to the assistant, who set the

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