Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

“Yuna is getting hitched, but what’s that got to do with me? Do I even share any mutual friends with Yuna?” Marguerite pondered, then a thought

struck her.

Could Yuna’s fiancé be Hanley? That greasy, pudgy guy! You gotta admit, Yuna and Hanley are a match made in heaven. They are both trash!

At that thought, Marguerite chuckled softly, looking at Yuna with amusement, “Sorry, I got zero interest in your love life.”

Yuna had put in so much effort to get a rise out of Marguerite, but Marguerite wasn’t taking the bait. It was like Yuna was shooting herself in the foot. She ground her teeth in frustration, nearly bursting with anger, “Marguerite, let me tell you, my husband is…”

“Yuna!” Marguerite cut her off sharply, “You’re engaged, not married. You sure the end game will play out like you planned?”

Yuna was left speechless, her mind a blank canvas.

“If I were you, I’d stick with him till the end. Not like you, flaunting around before anything’s set in stone. If things don’t work out, you will be embarrassing yourself.”

Yuna failed to achieve her goal, and her hatred for Marguerite grew. But she took Marguerite’s words to heart.

Frederick had indeed proposed, but something or someone had messed up the final step, leaving her in a state of limbo.

day had passed, and Frederick hadn’t reached out to her. She didn’t have his number, so if he backed out,

her dad to find out

reality, shooting Marguerite a cold glare, and threatened arrogantly, “Marguerite, this isn’t over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich family, I’ll have you kissing my

replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with disdain

let others see their cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna, who flaunted

in the office of the President of the

chair, eyes half–closed, twirling a scent strip under his

handsome young man with delicate features, worry lining his

tossed it on the

had numerous secret check–ups abroad, but no cause was

there been any recent events that have stuck with you? If you think about it, you

subtle fragrance that was

“I think…”

cut off as someone knocked on the glass door, interrupting his therapy session. He immediately opened his

another assistant carrying a tray of

had recently held a large–scale perfume design competition. The perfumes on the tray

are the finalists. Please review them,” Chuck gave a nod to the assistant, who set the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255