Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 636

Marguerite's throat was parched, and she swallowed hard as if the man's unfinished words had lost their weight mid-air. She waited quietly for his next words, but noticed something peculiar in his gaze—a depth that seemed almost playful.

Miley was desperate, her entire body tense as she blurted out impatiently, "What's going on between you and Marguerite, Mr. Winston? Do you still have feelings for her? Stop beating around the bush and just tell me—is it a yes or a no?"

As the man's lips parted to respond, Marguerite's heart was quickly overtaken by fear, pushing aside any semblance of hope. She cleared her throat and, to everyone's surprise, blurted out, "Oh, I just remembered I've got to oversee the factory floor today. We're at the tail end of the production run, and I can't afford to slack off. I must be off!"

Marguerite threw out these words and bolted like a hare startled from the brush. Sometimes, no answer was the best answer. She dreaded that Frederick would reveal a so-called truth that would strip her of even the right to daydream. Better to remain in blissful ignorance—at least she could cling to a self-deceiving thought.

Marguerite's abrupt departure left Miley feeling like all her efforts had been for naught. For the first time ever, she had the insane urge to peel back Marguerite's scalp to see if her brain was made of mush or water!

Frederick, however, remained calm, his gaze lingering on Marguerite until she was out of sight. Only then did he look away. His tone was even but carried the deep, magnetic resonance of a bass drum: "Since the lady in question has left, I have nothing further to say."

Yuna looked at Miley with the smugness of a victorious general, fully convinced that Frederick could never fall for Marguerite again! Of course! Marguerite had neither status nor pedigree. Compared to herself, it was obvious who was the more competitive choice! Even Maurice was probably just toying with her for a bit. As Yuna reveled in her thoughts, she gloated, "The answer is clear, isn't it?"

At that moment, Penelope was fuming to the point of combustion, shooting Yuna a withering look and snapping, "Clear? Everyone knows but you're still here lying to yourself! We'll settle this later!" With that, Penelope stormed off, fury trailing in her wake.

Yuna brushed off Penelope's words as if they were nothing, shamelessly sidling up to Frederick and cooing, "Freddie, I knew all along that Marguerite was out of your heart. I didn't mean to lose my temper today, I just got so mad I couldn't help it. Please don't be mad, okay?"

Frederick glanced down at the woman before him, his voice cold and detached, "Whether she's in my heart or not is none of your concern. But let me make one thing clear—I have no intention of marrying you. Ever."

Yuna stood there, stunned into silence. Frederick shot Miley a look, and she quickly got the hint, ushering Yuna towards the exit. "President Penelope was right—you are deluding yourself! We didn't want to make a scene, but you're the one making a fool of yourself! Didn't you hear? Mr. Winston said, 'Don't even think about him marrying you.' I'd think you'd understand that, so please leave!"

Miley gave Yuna a shove and slammed the glass door shut with a resounding "snap," even taking the time to draw the blinds. No matter how much Yuna pounded on the door, it was futile.

Soon enough, Yuna returned to her office, disheveled and seething with rage. She had thought that securing her heiress status would make Penelope speak up for her, but to her shock, Penelope still favored Marguerite! Infuriating! That wretch Marguerite had enchanted everyone! In medieval times, she would have been locked in the stocks! She wouldn't let Marguerite off so easily!

When Yuna thought of Marguerite heading to the factory, a wicked plan took shape in her mind. She immediately shared her thoughts with Linda. Linda hesitated, her face showing concern, "Yuna, Marguerite's been in charge of the new product line. If something goes wrong, Mr. Winston and President Penelope will surely hold someone accountable!"

Yuna sipped her wine leisurely, her eyes brimming with malice. "If there's a screw-up, it's Marguerite's fault, not ours. Better they know about it. I refuse to believe that after such a fiasco, they'd still blatantly play favorites!"