Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 544

Yuna poured her heart out, tears streaming down her face like pearls slipping off a string, sobbing until she was gasping for breath!

How could Hackett stand to see his daughter in such a pitiful state?

He had no idea that the hardships his daughter had been enduring were far greater and more challenging than he had ever imagined. And the one who started this whole mess was that woman named Marguerite! Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Damn it! They say birds of a feather flock together, and Marguerite seemed to have inherited every nasty trait from the Lockwood family!

He would not allow Marguerite to walk all over his daughter like this!

He had been absent from her life for a full 25 years, but from now on, he would move heaven and earth to elevate her in every way possible, whether it be her career or her love life!

He would do everything in his power to make his daughter’s wishes come true!

Hackett gently rubbed Yuna’s trembling back with a resolve that had already made up his mind, “Since you love him that much, I, as your father, will certainly give you a hand! Powell and I go way back, and he owes me a couple of favors.”

Yuna internally rejoiced, thinking that she finally had him hooked!

She immediately looped her arm through Hackett’s, playfully chiding with a giggle, “Dad! I knew you were the best! You look so cool helping me out, just like Freddie!”

Hackett affectionately tapped Yuna’s forehead, teasing her, “Don’t drink too much. Look at you, seeing things! What would the staff say if they saw you like this?”

Suddenly, Yuna paused, a lightbulb going off in her head.

What Hackett just said just gave her an idea. A grand scheme swiftly took shape in her

mind!

She thought she knew exactly how to play her cards to utterly tarnish Marguerite’s reputation…

Upstairs.

Marguerite, who was tapping away at her computer in her office, jolted in her seat.

The movement was a bit exaggerated, catching Frederick’s attention from across the room.

With his arms crossed, he spoke in his measured tone, “The company pays you a handsome salary, not for daydreaming on the job.”

Marguerite muttered defensively. “I’m not daydreaming, just had a little shiver.”

This guy was making a mountain out of a molehill!

She couldn’t even shiver without it being a whole thing? What a tyrant!

“If you’re not daydreaming, then when can I expect the project report for the new blush development?”

Marguerite’s fingers stalled on the keyboard, and she turned to meet Frederick’s lazy gaze, “The report is in Yuna’s office, but she disposed of all my belongings.”

Frederick assumed this was just an excuse, his mood souring slightly, “No excuses! I gave you a week to work on that report, and now you’re trying to brush me off by saying it was thrown away?”

“The report was done ages ago!”

Marguerite stood her ground, but as she locked eyes with him again, she couldn’t help but feel a bit petulant, “Besides, didn’t I spend last week… looking after Hayes in the hospital…”

Marguerite!” Frederick called her name sharply.

Seeing he was about to lose his cool, Marguerite quickly opened a Word document and began typing furiously, “I remember everything. I’ll just rewrite it, okay?”

Frederick remained silent.

Ten minutes later, Marguerite typed the last period into the document, let out a sigh of relief, and looked up at Frederick, “Done!”

Done? He was visibly taken aback. How could she be done so quickly?

Seeing the triumphant gleam in her eyes, Frederick stood up and walked over, stopping beside Marguerite’s chair, “If I find out you’ve just thrown something together, there will be hell to pay!”

He spoke with finality, leaning in close, his hand bracing on the desk, the other on the back of Marguerite’s chair, inadvertently pulling her into his half-embrace.

The posture was undeniably intimate, but neither seemed to notice.

He scanned the document rapidly, his doubts fading just as quickly.

Although he often chided Marguerite for her lack of progress at work, when it came to her field of expertise, she was quite impressive.

But when he got to the part about the blush’s fragrance, he frowned, murmuring to himself, “Top notes of mint leaves, pear, heart notes of mandrake, jasmine…”

Marguerite looked up at him and suddenly realized just how close he was.

Her heart rate spiked, and without thinking, she blurted out, “Stop reading, the blush’s fragrance, it’s the scent of Polar Radiance”