Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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!

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

chaotic scene, then

here?” Hackett stepped forward, towering over his

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 don’t like me, I know you want to claim Marguerite as your daughter! It’s all

start to like me a little? I’ll do it! I’ll call Marguerite back

She had 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 father to his

effort spent searching for his daughter, now that she was finally home, he would

Yuna’s plea, Hackett was infuriated! Marguerite, Marguerite!

her sit on the couch again, rebuking her,

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we want to claim Marguerite as our daughter? I only have one daughter, and that’s

expression, symbolically

me! I don’t ask

ambitions!