Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 535

The retort struck Yuna like a slap across the face. Her excited expression froze mid-cheer, mouth hanging open in disbelief, “What… what do you mean?”

Miley snickered, mercilessly tearing away the pretense, “You calling him ‘brother’ just made him queasy, didn’t you catch that? Yuna, don’t tell me you actually believed that slipping into the role of a heiress would make Robert respect you? You’re living in a fantasy! All those dirty little schemes you’ve been pulling – he’s seen them all! Nothing’s more revolting than having someone you despise suddenly become your sister.”

Yuna’s cheeks flushed a patchwork of anger and shame, wishing she could skin Miley alive.

But with Robert and Freddie there, she couldn’t lash out, not one bit!

Damn it! It was just too infuriating!

“The job openings at the company aren’t for you to decide! Don’t go causing trouble while mom’s not around. And don’t you forget, I’m still a part of the Fitzgerald family!”

Robert’s declaration was indisputable, yet it left Yuna utterly baffled, “What positions are available at the company? I wasn’t aware of any.”

cat and mouse with Yuna. She, along with Mr. Winston and Robert, had come to put Marguerite in her place, not to waste

when do you get a say in company positions? Whatever Marguerite wants, she gets. Isn’t that right, Mr. Winston?”

Miley didn’t miss the chance to

glance, knowing full well that Miley and Robert

so they were seeking his strength to stand up for her! Despite everything, seeing her so defenseless and desolate did pull at his heart.

was that sharp-tongued firecracker he knew from before? This woman, it seemed, only had the guts to

himself, subtly stepping closer, protectively positioning Marguerite behind him. Yet Yuna, glaring at Miley, was

a family matter, keep your nose out of it! Do you really think you can extend

her sternly, “This is

reprimanded by him, Yuna felt utterly humiliated. She noticed several employees whispering amongst themselves,

dignity, she stuttered before managing a weak question, “Brother, weren’t

stoic, but his voice carried an edge of ruthless nonchalance, “I was uninterested before, but things have changed! Not only am I interested now, but according to the tradition of primogeniture, as long as I hold on, not

words. She knew all too well

to me, and since Marguerite had nothing to do, I just thought I’d find