Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 56

When Yuna arrived at the company, Frederick was already busy putting out fires with the PR department. Upon hearing that Marguerite was in the flower room, she made up some excuse to go there first.

She knew Marguerite would confront her, but she couldn’t care less.

Her parents had already taken care of everything for her, even going as far as bribing the officials at the Patent Office.

Once she got her hands on the patent report, the perfume would forever be out of Marguerite’s reach.

She was hell-bent on dragging Marguerite’s name through the mud, making her the world’s laughing stock for stealing Frederick away!

She wasn’t afraid of Marguerite and she was here to stir up trouble!

The door to the flower room was open. Yuna walked straight in, a smug expression on her face: “Marguerite, don’t be so upset. Have you checked online? Everyone’s singing praises for your work. Aren’t you happy?”

Marguerite’s eyes were filled with rage and defiance, her clenched fists seemed ready to punch Yuna any second.

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up trouble online! Because of you, LuxeScents International’s reputation is going down the drain! Do you realize how much Frederick stands to lose?”

felt stifled, her emotions beginning to flare. “I’m going to clear this up with them!”

proof?” Marguerite stopped in her tracks and spun around abruptly, her anger making it hard to breathe. “Yuna, what did I ever do

however, leisurely strolled around the flower room, casually picking

biggest mistake was becoming my sister and stealing my man. Just those two reasons are enough for me to trample you underfoot. I’m going to make you

spoken, Yuna knocked over a pot of tulips, stomping on

loud crash sent the parrot flying to a higher perch and the corgi

a scene!” Seeing the expensive tulips

pampered by our parents since childhood, but what about you? You’re just a

arm, she knocked over another pot of precious

scared out of its wits,

the broken pieces, and reached out to grab Yuna, her voice choked with emotion:

Marguerite’s grip, provocatively smashing an expensive vase on the ground.