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.

have his number, so if he backed out, she wouldn’t know where

to find out Frederick’s company

glare, and threatened arrogantly, “Marguerite, this isn’t over. Just

a smirk. Her eyes filled

cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna,

the office of the President of the Winston

eyes half–closed, twirling a scent

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

and tossed it on the floor with a grunt,

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

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

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

“I think…”

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

assistant, Chuck, walked in, followed by another assistant carrying a

group’s perfume company, LuxeScents International, had recently held a large–scale perfume design competition. The perfumes

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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