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.

offered Marguerite the janitor’s job out of pity, but that woman wouldn’t know grace if it

upon hearing this, shot Linda

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

low for their daughter. Now that

so the jeers began to fly at

Linda’s right! Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, you can’t let her

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

to hold a candle

with Yuna and currying favor with the Fitzgeralds,

for Marguerite, it was a bittersweet realization. Though her stint as head of the design

milkshakes and pastries out of her own pocket. She had never imagined that the same people

her, a

meanwhile, was being buoyed by the employees’ flattery, really starting to believe that her newfound status had activated some kind of golden touch, powerful enough to shatter the bond between Robert