Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 582

Yuna strutted confidently into the office, her Jimmy Choo heels glinting under the fluorescent lights. The black cocktail dress she wore clung to her curves, hemmed just above the knees, showcasing her long, porcelain legs. Her brown faux fur coat she had draped over her shoulders-its hairs standing on end from static, yet doing nothing to diminish her regal and captivating presence.

Miley couldn’t help but gawk at Yuna’s bare legs and then at the exaggerated fur coat, barely stifling a chuckle. She leaned close to Marguerite’s ear and whispered with a mischievous grin, “Marguerite, she looks like an ostrich.”

Marguerite could only offer a blank stare in response.

Yuna, misinterpreting Marguerite’s speechless reaction for envy, reveled in her own self-assumed superiority. After all, she was decked out in designer gear and jewelry worth a king’s ransom-a status she had cunningly stolen by usurping Marguerite’s place in the prestigious Fitzgerald family.

higher as she sneered at Marguerite, “Well, Marguerite, still slumming it at work, I see? Freddie must be fuming after you hit my son. Let me tell you, dear, your days of comfort are over! Not even Maurice can

City’s most exclusive restaurant. Oh, by the way, has mom reached out to you since she got back? Of course not! Why would she spare you a glance when she has me, the true Fitzgerald heiress? The only reason she ever cared about you is that you look just like me! So you should be thanking me, after all, it’s because of

give Yuna the satisfying

turned to Marguerite and asked pointedly, “Marguerite, who’s that

detached, replied, “No one’s talking; you must be

feigned a sudden realization, playfully acting as if cleaning out her ears, “Oh, then I must have

felt her blood boil