Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 534

A woman’s voice rang out, crisp and commanding, slicing through the murmur of the crowd like a knife through

warm butter. Everyone. looked back and saw Frederick and Robert Fitzgerald!

If Frederick could be likened to a blazing wildfire, capable of consuming forests in its ferocity, then Robert would be

the relentless flow of water, carving its path through stone.

Together, they were an elemental force, a balance of power and poise that could command the heavens and the

earth.

And there, trailing just behind Mr. Fitzgerald, was none other than Marguerite’s former assistant, Miley.

It was clear as day that Mr. Winston and Mr. Fitzgerald had come to back up Yuna, but had Miley switched sides too?

Was she about to throw her lot in with Yuna after all?

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A few starry-eyed employees basked in the presence of these two paragons of masculine virtue, hearts all aflutter,

while they pondered Miley’s allegiance.

As the trio approached, Linda, ever the risk-taker, shot forward to air her grievances to Frederick and Robert, “Mr.

Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve come to stand with Ms. Yuna, haven’t you? You’ve got no idea-Marguerite’s been

running her mouth like she owns the place ever since Ms. Yuna arrived. They’ve been at each other’s throats! You

both know this was a position President Penelope reserved for her daughter! Now that Ms. Yuna has been brought

back into the fold, Marguerite’s been left out in the cold.

Ms. Yuna, bless her heart, even offered Marguerite the janitor’s job out of pity, but that woman wouldn’t know grace

if it smacked her in the face!”

Miley, upon hearing this, shot Linda a venomous glare.

She then made a beeline for Marguerite, shielding her protectively and pointing an accusing finger at Yuna,

declaring with righteous indignation, “I knew it! I just knew you’d start trouble with Marguerite on your very first

day! Good thing we got here in the nick of time!” Miley’s voice was far from subdued, but next to the powerful

presence of Frederick and Robert, it barely registered with the onlookers. No one stopped to ponder the

implications of her words; they all assumed the Fitzgerald brothers were there for Yuna.

After all, it was common knowledge that the Fitzgeralds had been searching high and low for their daughter. Now

that she was back, she was sure to be the apple of their eye.

And so the jeers began to fly at Marguerite.

“I mean, Linda’s right! Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, you can’t let her get away with this!”

“People should know their place. Time to grab a broom and start sweeping up the lobby, sweetheart!”

“Exactly! This woman’s not fit to hold a candle to Ms. Lockwood. She’s getting what she deserves!”

They clung to the belief that by siding with Yuna and currying favor with the Fitzgeralds, they’d elevate their own

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standing.

But for Marguerite, it was a bittersweet realization. Though her stint as head of the design department had been

brief, she’d worked tirelessly and without pretense.

On the rare occasions that overtime was necessary, she’d even treated her staff to milkshakes and pastries out of

her own pocket. She had never imagined that the same people who once sang her praises were now the ones

spewing vitriol.

Life was an ironic masquerade for her, a series of disillusioning facades.

Yuna, meanwhile, was being buoyed by the employees’ flattery, really starting to believe that her newfound status

had activated some kind of golden touch, powerful enough to shatter the bond between Robert and Marguerite.

Emboldened, she addressed Marguerite and Miley with a triumphant air, “Marguerite, my brother has arrived.

Surely you don’t plan to squat on my position any longer! I’m willing to overlook what happened before, but you

can’t ignore my brother’s honor!”

The sting of betrayal must be unbearable, Yuna thought. She ached to ask Marguerite just how dreadful she felt,

but she had to keep her composure.

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