Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 380

Marguerite’s expression never wavered, much to Yuna’s surprise.

She remained calm as can be, looking up at Yuna with a questioning gaze, “So? What are you trying to say?“

Yuna glared at Marguerite, frustration boiling inside her.

Damn it! Wasn’t she clear enough? She had long surpassed Marguerite! Whether it was in terms of looks or social status, she was miles ahead of her.

And yet, Marguerite still didn’t see the need to grovel before her?

Damn it! Why did she have the nerve to look down on her? She wasn’t even worthy of polishing her shoes!

With these thoughts, Yuna laughed. Her laughter was fierce and mocking, “My son is marrying the heiress of a top-notch family, and my life is only going to get better. And you? You gave birth to twins and lost one. Your daughter won’t be able to inherit anything, what will Maurice do for you when she gets married? Marguerite, you’ll never be able to catch up to me.”

With that, Yuna shot Marguerite a venomous look, before storming out of the room with a loud laugh.

Marguerite was speechless. Did Yuna think slamming the door made her look cool? It only made her like a lunatic.

Honestly, the only thing Marguerite envied about Yuna was Frederick.

for how well she was

changed at all in three years, aside from being

son and Teresa to provoke her, did

but she

Teresa’s classmate’s birthday party, she couldn’t

smoothed her dress, turned and left the bathroom, heading towards the end of the

who could’ve thought, before one wave

as Marguerite stepped into the room, she realized that she had stepped into

a piece of cake, then saw Jocelyn and Hayes sitting next to the little one.

opposite each other, their faces calm, but their eyes turbulent.

her face stern, sitting next

kind of battlefield had she walked into? Had she

about to back out when she

there! The little one was

the party they were attending was Yuna’s

wanted to pinch herself awake.

Frederick was hosting

come sit.” Maurice turned his head towards Marguerite,