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.

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

find out Frederick’s company address,

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

smirk. Her eyes filled with

cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna, who flaunted at every opportunity, was nothing more

in the office of the President

sat in his plush chair, eyes half–closed, twirling a scent

still smell anything?” asked a handsome young man with

and tossed it on the floor

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

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

scent. It was a subtle fragrance that was easy to miss, but thinking back, that scent seemed to linger at the tip of his

“I think…”

glass door, interrupting his therapy session. He immediately opened his

by another assistant carrying a tray of perfume

design competition. The perfumes on the tray were the

These are the finalists. Please review them,” Chuck gave a

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