Chapter 542

Meanwhile, in Yuna’s office.

She slumped on the couch, utterly inebriated, her spirits dead, yet she kept pouring red wine into her mouth without a pause.

Her eyes were bloodshot with envy, and she clenched her teeth in hatred!

She couldn’t understand why, even though she was now a Fitzgerald heiress-a status that surely matched Frederick’s-his gaze still perpetually followed that wretch, Marguerite!

Why would he rather slap his own face, endure public humiliation, just to openly assist Marguerite!

He was supposed to hate Marguerite! He hated her, right?

And the worst part was Robert! As her own brother, how could he not stand up for her?!

Why did everyone seem to side with Marguerite!

thirst, so she grabbed the bottle and began to guzzle it down to numb

at the chaotic scene, then at Yuna, reeking of alcohol on the couch, and he felt both anger and

stepped forward,

to sit up from the couch in a drunken daze, latched onto Hackett’s neck, and began to wail, “Dad! Dad! You’re finally here! They’re all bullying me! Marguerite is bullying me, Freddie too! Even my only brother is in cahoots with them! Dad! I know you

I do, will they start to like me a little? I’ll do it! I’ll call

figured out Hackett’s temper. Just a bit of coquettish pleading and playing

now that she was finally home, he would indeed do everything

plea, Hackett was infuriated! Marguerite, Marguerite! That damned woman was upsetting his daughter again!

made her sit on the couch again,

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claim Marguerite as our daughter? I only have one daughter,

expression, symbolically shedding

the best! Only you and mom love me! I don’t ask for much, I

ambitions!

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