Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 534

A woman’s voice rang out, crisp and commanding, slicing through the murmur of the crowd like a knife through warm butter. Everyone. looked back and saw Frederick and Robert Fitzgerald!

If Frederick could be likened to a blazing wildfire, capable of consuming forests in its ferocity, then Robert would be the relentless flow of water, carving its path through stone.

Together, they were an elemental force, a balance of power and poise that could command the heavens and the earth.

And there, trailing just behind Mr. Fitzgerald, was none other than Marguerite’s former assistant, Miley.

It was clear as day that Mr. Winston and Mr. Fitzgerald had come to back up Yuna, but had Miley switched sides too? Was she about to throw her lot in with Yuna after all?

A few starry-eyed employees basked in the presence of these two paragons of masculine virtue, hearts all aflutter, while they pondered Miley’s allegiance.

As the trio approached, Linda, ever the risk-taker, shot forward to air her grievances to Frederick and Robert, “Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve come to stand with Ms. Yuna, haven’t you? You’ve got no idea-Marguerite’s been running her mouth like she owns the place ever since Ms. Yuna arrived. They’ve been at each other’s throats! You both know this was a position President Penelope reserved for her daughter! Now that Ms. Yuna has been brought back into the fold, Marguerite’s been left out in the cold.

even offered Marguerite the janitor’s job out of pity, but that

hearing this, shot Linda a venomous

finger at Yuna, declaring with righteous indignation, “I knew it! I just knew you’d start trouble with Marguerite on your very first day! Good thing we got here in the nick of time!” Miley’s voice was far from subdued, but next to the powerful presence of Frederick and Robert, it barely registered with the onlookers. No one stopped to ponder the implications of her words; they all assumed the Fitzgerald brothers

low for their daughter. Now that she was back, she was

began to fly

Mr. Fitzgerald, you

know their place. Time to grab a broom and start sweeping up the

hold a candle to Ms. Lockwood. She’s getting what

to the belief that by siding with Yuna and

for Marguerite, it was a bittersweet realization. Though her stint as head of the design department had been brief, she’d worked tirelessly and

the rare occasions that overtime was necessary, she’d even treated her staff to milkshakes and pastries out of her own pocket.

ironic masquerade for her,

status had activated some kind of golden