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?

with a hint of

"Can you not?"

her! Every time I see

Marguerite to whisper to Violet, "Go get

and quickly left the

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

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

her ears, squatting down,

any closer! Stay

spirits. But seeing Yuna's reaction gave her the creeps. It felt as if

Violet, who stood there with a sad, awkward expression, looking

you see it? Is my mom on top of

felt both annoyed and exasperated: "What do I see? Violet is standing right there,

be rational! I really

be afraid of her? And grandma! Did you also see grandma just

"Grandma?"

as if

Marguerite, stop asking! What does it matter if