Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 10

“Yuna is getting hitched, but what's that got to do with me? Do I even share any mutual friends with Yuna?” Marguerite pondered, then a thought struck her.

Could Yuna's fiancé be Hanley? That greasy, pudgy guy! You gotta admit, Yuna and Hanley are a match made in heaven. They are both trash!

At that thought, Marguerite chuckled softly, looking at Yuna with amusement, "Sorry, I got zero interest in your love life."

Yuna had put in so much effort to get a rise out of Marguerite, but Marguerite wasn't taking the bait. It was like Yuna was shooting herself in the foot. She ground her teeth in frustration, nearly bursting with anger, "Marguerite, let me tell you, my husband is..."

"Yuna!" Marguerite cut her off sharply, "You're engaged, not married. You sure the end game will play out like you planned?"

Yuna was left speechless, her mind a blank canvas.

"If I were you, I'd stick with him till the end. Not like you, flaunting around before anything's set in stone. If things don't work out, you will be embarrassing yourself."

Yuna failed to achieve her goal, and her hatred for Marguerite grew. But she took Marguerite's words to heart.

Frederick had indeed proposed, but something or someone had messed up the final step, leaving her in a state of limbo.

A day had passed, and Frederick hadn't reached out to her. She didn't have his number, so if he backed out, she wouldn't know where to find him.

She had to get her dad to find out Frederick's company address, and get some answers.

Yuna snapped back to reality, shooting Marguerite a cold glare, and threatened arrogantly, "Marguerite, this isn't over. Just you wait. When I marry into a rich family, I'll have you kissing my feet."

"Sure, I'll wait," Marguerite replied with a smirk. Her eyes filled with disdain for Yuna.

Smart people never let others see their cards. And to Marguerite, Yuna, who flaunted at every opportunity, was nothing more than a joke.

Meanwhile, in the office of the President of the Winston Group.

Frederick sat in his plush chair, eyes half-closed, twirling a scent strip under his nose. His brow furrowed, his face darkening.

"Can't you still smell anything?" asked a handsome young man with delicate features, worry lining his face.