Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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?

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 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. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

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.

After all, everyone saw Yuna as the victim.

Especially now, in front of Freddie and Robert, she couldn’t afford to be too aggressive.

She needed to play the part of the magnanimous sufferer.

And as the real deal spoke up, the employees awaited Frederick and Robert’s verbal smackdown that would send Marguerite packing.

Their gazes were glued to the two imposing figures, tense with anticipation.

But Frederick seemed aloof, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Marguerite, as if no one else existed.

Robert stepped forward, his smile laced with a hint of mockery as he locked eyes with Yuna, his tone sardonic, “Who did you say wa your brother?”