Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 703

Yuna was almost nose to nose with Marguerite, her forehead shiny from a recent Botox touch-up nearly bumping into Marguerite's head.

Why does it feel like this woman got another cosmetic procedure?

Her cheeks and chin were swollen, making her profile resemble a crescent moon, her chin sharp enough to poke someone. Probably because she often gets lost in her delusions, her appearance had taken on a haggard look.

No wonder Stella suspected her of having a mental disorder.

"Marguerite! Are you even listening to me? I told you to fire her! Fire her!"

Yuna slammed her hand on the desk, making a loud noise.

Marguerite jolted back to reality, seeing Yuna pointing at Violet, her long nails almost poking into her eyes.

Suppressing her anger, Marguerite calmly shielded Violet, her tone firm yet respectful.

"Violet and I report directly to the director. If you want her fired, you should speak to Frederick."

"Don't you dare use Freddie to intimidate me!"

Her voice was hoarse from shouting, her gaze moving past Marguerite's shoulder to Violet, then leaned in towards Marguerite, nervously saying:

eerie? I'm telling you,

gaze was calm, with a hint of

"Can you not?"

not joking! My mom and your grandma, they're all clinging to her! Every time I see her, I get chills! Do

Marguerite

and quickly left

she was visibly shaken. She pointed at Violet, trembling, her

sticking out her tongue at me! Her tongue is so long, like a zombie's! Marguerite, look,

her ears, squatting down,

come any

one to believe in ghosts and spirits. But seeing Yuna's reaction gave her the creeps. It felt as if the temperature around them

Violet, who stood there with

Is my mom on top

annoyed and exasperated: "What do I see? Violet is standing right there, doing nothing!

rational! I really see

your mother, why would you be afraid of her? And

"Grandma?"

as if realizing

does it matter if