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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you just confront me directly? Stop stirring up trouble online! Because of you, LuxeScents International’s reputation is going down the drain! Do

beginning to flare. “I’m going to

you going to tell him? That I plagiarized you? Do you have any proof?” Marguerite stopped in her tracks and spun around abruptly, her anger making it hard to breathe. “Yuna, what did I ever do to you? Have you no conscience? Aren’t

however, leisurely strolled around the flower room, casually picking up a

enough for me

knocked over a pot of tulips, stomping on

a higher perch and the corgi hiding in the corner, trembling.

a scene!” Seeing the expensive tulips getting crushed under Yuna’s feet, Marguerite’s heart tightened.

just laughed even harder: “I’m making a scene? I have every right to. I’ve been pampered by our parents since childhood, but what about you? You’re just a nobody; why don’t you just

of her arm, she knocked over

lady!” The parrot, clearly scared out of its wits, kept

her rage, stepped over the broken pieces, and reached out to grab Yuna, her voice choked with emotion: “Stop it! If you keep this up, I won’t

free of Marguerite’s grip, provocatively smashing an expensive vase on the