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.

her. She didn’t have his number, so if he backed out, she wouldn’t know where to

had to get her dad to find out Frederick’s company address, and get some

“Marguerite, this isn’t over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich family, I’ll

a smirk. Her eyes filled

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

in the office of the President of the Winston

sat in his plush chair, eyes half–closed, twirling a scent strip under his nose. His brow

you still smell anything?” asked a handsome young

scent strip and tossed it

was Frederick’s psychiatrist. Three years ago, Frederick had lost his sense of smell in a car accident. He’d had numerous secret check–ups abroad, but no cause was found. His doctors suggested it could be psychological, so he brought

about it, you might realize

night where he seemed to have caught a faint scent. It was a subtle fragrance that was easy

“I think…”

glass door, interrupting his therapy session. He immediately opened his eyes, his previously calm face reverting to

walked in, followed by another assistant carrying a

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

the initial selection of the perfume design competition has ended. These are the finalists. Please review them,” Chuck gave a nod to the assistant, who set the tray down on the

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