Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 693

Meanwhile, in the executive suite on the top floor.

Violet's neck bore a glaring red mark from Yuna's grip. Marguerite dabbed ointment on it with a cotton swab, trying to ease the discomfort.

"Violet, Yuna just lost her mother. She's emotionally unstable right now. Please be patient with her."

Violet, trying hard not to cry, shook her head while wiping her tears. "Marguerite, I'm okay. It's just that it all happened so suddenly. Yesterday, she accused me of drugging her, and today she strangled me. I swear, I didn't even get close to her today, let alone give her anything to eat. When she suddenly fell in the meeting room and nobody helped her up, I just instinctively went to assist her."

Violet sighed heavily, and Marguerite, lips pressed together, put away the ointment. "I know it's not your fault. Just don't rush in next time, okay? Yuna isn't easy to deal with. You never know when she might target you."

Marguerite reached out to comfort Violet with a touch on the shoulder but recoiled as soon as her skin made contact.

It was cold. Unnaturally so.

shivers

Yuna's recent outbursts always seemed

but at that moment, she felt an inexplicable

'Seeing Violet is like

was an eerie

Could it be...

glanced at Violet again. She was fussing over the mark on her neck with a small mirror, clearly upset. Quickly, she wrapped a yellow

like Penelope, had a fondness for scarves, always wearing them in a similar fashion. This small detail

"Get a grip, Marguerite. You're starting to sound as paranoid as

Ms. Lockwood from now on!" Violet's clear, sweet voice snapped Marguerite back to

bad blood between President Penelope and Ms. Lockwood?"

frowned slightly. "Why do you

aren't real, why would Ms. Lockwood, Penelope's own daughter, be so terrified at the mere mention of her? Did she do something to Penelope, and now the guilt's getting to her, making