Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 77

"Frederick, can I have a word?" Yuna Lockwood cautiously stepped forward, reaching out to lightly grasp the sleeve of Frederick Winston's suit.

The look on Frederick's face immediately darkened, and he coldly shook off her hand.

Marguerite Lockwood had just had an altercation with Yuna, and her anger was still simmering.

She knew that despite Frederick's recent aid, it didn't mean that their relationship would change substantially.

Frederick had never acknowledged her as his wife, and in three months, he would divorce her and marry Yuna.

This was an unchangeable fact.

Marguerite knew her predicament. Now that Yuna had came to him, the dispute between her and Frederick was their business.

She had no obligation to intervene.

Lifting her head, Marguerite found an excuse to leave. "The patent for Polar Radiance perfume needs to be resubmitted today, I need to check on it at the company. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way. You two can continue your chat."

Frederick's face immediately darkened, but before he could say anything, Marguerite had already turned to leave.

Seeing this, Yuna hastily clung to Frederick's arm, pleading in a low voice:

"Frederick, please, just hear me out. I'll leave as soon as I've said my piece, I swear..."

The crowd around them was growing.

Not wanting their dispute to become public, Frederick had no choice but to lead her to the parking lot.

Seeing this, Yuna quickly hopped into the passenger seat.

"If there’s anything you wanna say, just say it." Frederick's voice was cold.

"Frederick, don't you care about me at all? I'm being backed into a corner by Marguerite. How could I have ended up working as a fitting model in that store if it wasn't for her?

I know you're angry, and I don't expect you to believe me, but things aren't what they seemed yesterday. That perfume was my design, and I was the one who gave the formula to Marguerite.

From the beginning, the perfume was meant to be a deep green. Marguerite's light green perfume was a modification of my original formula.

I have no idea how Marguerite managed to convince the judges, and now everyone online is bashing me, painting me as the villain. Frederick, I feel so helpless and wronged.

Frederick, you're all I have left. Can you trust me just this once? Please."

Tears slid down Yuna's cheeks, and her breath hitched with the intensity of her emotions.

Looking at the crying woman in front of him, Frederick felt nothing but disgust.

"Who the creator of the perfume is doesn't matter."