Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 534

A woman’s voice rang out, crisp and commanding, slicing through the murmur of the crowd like a knife through warm butter. Everyone. looked back and saw Frederick and Robert Fitzgerald!

If Frederick could be likened to a blazing wildfire, capable of consuming forests in its ferocity, then Robert would be the relentless flow of water, carving its path through stone.

Together, they were an elemental force, a balance of power and poise that could command the heavens and the earth.

And there, trailing just behind Mr. Fitzgerald, was none other than Marguerite’s former assistant, Miley.

It was clear as day that Mr. Winston and Mr. Fitzgerald had come to back up Yuna, but had Miley switched sides too? Was she about to throw her lot in with Yuna after all?

A few starry-eyed employees basked in the presence of these two paragons of masculine virtue, hearts all aflutter, while they pondered Miley’s allegiance.

As the trio approached, Linda, ever the risk-taker, shot forward to air her grievances to Frederick and Robert, “Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve come to stand with Ms. Yuna, haven’t you? You’ve got no idea-Marguerite’s been running her mouth like she owns the place ever since Ms. Yuna arrived. They’ve been at each other’s throats! You both know this was a position President Penelope reserved for her daughter! Now that Ms. Yuna has been brought back into the fold, Marguerite’s been left out in the cold.

Ms. Yuna, bless her heart, even offered Marguerite the janitor’s job out of pity, but that woman wouldn’t know grace if it smacked her in the face!”

this, shot Linda

with righteous indignation, “I knew it! I just knew you’d start trouble with Marguerite on your very first day! Good thing we got here in the nick of time!” Miley’s voice was far from subdued, but next to the powerful presence of Frederick

it was common knowledge that the Fitzgeralds had been searching high and low for their daughter. Now that she was back, she was sure to be the

jeers began to fly at

Fitzgerald, you can’t

know their place. Time to grab a broom

This woman’s not fit to hold a candle

siding with Yuna and currying favor with the Fitzgeralds,

Marguerite, it was a bittersweet realization. Though her stint as head of the design department had been brief, she’d worked

was necessary, she’d even treated her staff to milkshakes and pastries out of her own pocket. She had never imagined that the same people who once sang her praises

for her, a

being buoyed by the employees’ flattery, really starting to believe that her newfound status had activated some kind of golden

don’t plan to squat on

be unbearable, Yuna thought. She ached to ask Marguerite just how dreadful she felt, but she had to keep