Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 252

Laverne stepped out from Yuna’s hospital room, scanning the surroundings to find Chuck still waiting at the end of

the hallway. With a kind wave of her hand, Chuck hustled over immediately.

“Ma’am, is everything taken care of?” he asked.

Laverne nodded, her voice weary, “Yes, it’s done. Take me home, please.”

Chuck noticed her swollen eyes, and knew without asking that she had been crying. Yuna’s hysterical cries from

inside the room had echoed on the hallway, but her voice was so shrill and laced with sobs that Chuck couldn’t

make out what she was saying.

Glancing at Laverne hesitantly, he asked, “Ma’am, did Ms. Yuna pick a fight with you? Should we inform Mr.

Winston?”

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A mix of regret and heartbreak crossed Laverne’s face as she waved her hand dismissively, sighing, “No need,

she’ll tell Frederick herself in a couple of days”

Seeing no reason to pry further, Chuck guided Laverne into the elevator.

Meanwhile, inside the VIP ward.

No sooner had Laverne and Chuck left than Yuna began screaming, venting her frustrations and fears. Her hair was

a disheveled mess, covering hatt der face, and her eyes were furious red. Unshed tears and snot still smeared

across her face.

In this state, she looked more horrifying than a banshee.

Her screams eventually turned into hoarse whispers as she frantically searched for her phone. She finally found it

under the bed, but her fear kept her huddled in the corner under the bed.

“Call… yes, I need to call… Hammond, Hammond will help me…”

Yuna nervously dialed Hammond’s number at the Winston Mansion. He picked up quickly, and Yuna’s voice broke as

she tried to explain her situation. “What do I do… Laverne knows! She knows everything… she’ll tell Frederick, I’ll

die, I’ll really die… you have to help me! You said you would help me.” Yuna’s words were jumbled, illogical, but

Hammond managed to understand the situation. After a moment of thought, he tried to calm her, “Don’t panic, do

as I say…”

Yuna listened intently, terrified of missing any crucial detail. But when Hammond laid out his plan, she immediately

protested, “No! Absolutely not! That’s illegal!”

Hammond chuckled, a sound that was both confident and chilling

“You’ve broken the law more than once or twice, do you need me to count them for you? What, thinking of being

good? Too late!”

“But…”

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“Yuna!”

Hammond interrupted Yuna, his voice full of persuasion.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t have a way out for you. Plus, Mr. Powell thinks highly of you. Do you really

want to give up the position of the Winston family’s young mistress?”

“No! Absolutely not! The young mistress of the Winston family is me! Only me

Hearing her determination, Hammond laughed satisfactorily, “So?”

Hammond’s words successfully stirred Yuna’s competitive spirit, but she felt like her brain was about to explode

from the dilemma

Her knees shook uncontrollably as she murmured, “So… so… no… can’t. It’s illegal. L. I’m scared…”

Hammond’s patience seemed to have run thin, and he snapped, “Yuna, I’m giving you half a day If you can’t make

a decision, I won’t give you another chance! And our partnership will end.”

The continuous beeping sound indicating a disconnected call filled her ears, and the phone slipped from her

trembling hands.

Curling up in the corner under the bed like a terrified bird, she was overwhelmed by worry, fear, and panic. She

couldn’t think of a solution and kept repeating. “What do I do… what do I do what should I do… do it, or not*

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