Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 693

Meanwhile, in the executive suite on the top floor.

Violet's neck bore a glaring red mark from Yuna's grip. Marguerite dabbed ointment on it with a cotton swab, trying to ease the discomfort.

"Violet, Yuna just lost her mother. She's emotionally unstable right now. Please be patient with her."

Violet, trying hard not to cry, shook her head while wiping her tears. "Marguerite, I'm okay. It's just that it all happened so suddenly. Yesterday, she accused me of drugging her, and today she strangled me. I swear, I didn't even get close to her today, let alone give her anything to eat. When she suddenly fell in the meeting room and nobody helped her up, I just instinctively went to assist her."

Violet sighed heavily, and Marguerite, lips pressed together, put away the ointment. "I know it's not your fault. Just don't rush in next time, okay? Yuna isn't easy to deal with. You never know when she might target you."

Marguerite reached out to comfort Violet with a touch on the shoulder but recoiled as soon as her skin made contact.

It was cold. Unnaturally so.

Just a brief touch sent shivers down Marguerite's spine, giving her goosebumps.

It suddenly struck her that Yuna's recent outbursts always seemed to happen when Violet was around.

Marguerite didn't believe in ghosts, but at that moment, she felt an inexplicable chill.

"Miley once said, 'Seeing Violet is like seeing Penelope.'"

Though Violet and Penelope had no physical resemblance, there was an eerie sense that Penelope was standing right there.

Could it be...