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

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

this isn’t over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich

smirk. Her eyes filled with disdain

Yuna, who flaunted at every opportunity, was nothing more

the President of

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

you still smell anything?” asked a handsome young man

scent strip and tossed it on the floor

Fitzgerald, 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 in Robert for therapy.

events that have stuck with you? If you think about it, you might realize that you could actually smell

events. 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

“I think…”

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

walked in, followed by another assistant

The perfumes on the tray were

These are the finalists. Please review them,” Chuck

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