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!

in indignation, the wine glass’s capacity could no longer satisfy her thirst, so she grabbed the bottle and began to guzzle

in. He looked around at the chaotic scene, then at Yuna, reeking of alcohol on the couch, and he

stepped forward, towering

quickly tried 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

up my heiress title to Marguerite? If I do, will they start to

long figured out Hackett’s temper. Just a bit of coquettish pleading and playing the victim would surely soften him up! The old man’s only weakness was being a doting

for his daughter, now that she was finally home, he would indeed do everything in his

Marguerite! That damned woman was

pulled Yuna back and made her sit on the couch again,

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

expression, symbolically shedding a few tears.

and mom love me!

ambitions!

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