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.

had passed, and Frederick hadn’t reached out to her. She didn’t have his number,

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

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

I’ll wait,” Marguerite replied with a smirk.

And to Marguerite, Yuna, who flaunted at every

of the President of the

scent strip under his nose. His brow

still smell anything?” asked a handsome young man with delicate

the scent strip and tossed it on the floor

but no cause was found. His doctors

music, and started probing Frederick, “Have there been any recent events that have stuck with you? If you think about it, you might realize that you could actually smell something during those events. But because you’re so used to not having a sense of smell, you

He remembered a ridiculous night where he seemed to have caught a faint scent. It was a subtle fragrance that was easy to miss, but thinking back, that scent seemed to linger at the tip of

“I think…”

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

another assistant carrying a

competition. The perfumes on the tray were the finalists, selected from

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

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