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.

but something or someone had messed up the final step,

day had passed, and Frederick hadn’t reached out to her. She didn’t have his number, so if he backed

her dad to find out Frederick’s

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

replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with disdain for

Yuna, who flaunted at every opportunity, was nothing

the President of the

twirling a scent strip under

you still smell anything?” asked a handsome young man

tossed it on the floor with a grunt,

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

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,

a faint scent. It was a subtle fragrance that was easy

“I think…”

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

assistant, Chuck, walked in, followed by another assistant carrying a tray of

perfume design competition. The perfumes

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

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