Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 631

Before Marguerite stepped foot into Poppy Petal Fragrances as the new head of the design department, Linda was the star designer, the crème de la crème of the creative pool. Resentment brewed in Linda like a strong cup of black coffee when Marguerite, a woman with no formal education to her name, strutted into the company and was immediately hailed as the queen bee of design. Linda's distaste for her had been simmering on a slow boil for too long.

So, when Yuna, the prodigal daughter of the prestigious Fitzgerald family, was found and brought back into the fold, Linda didn't waste a minute before pledging her loyalty. She was even willing to play second fiddle as Yuna's assistant if it meant a jet-propelled career trajectory—after all, it's good to bask in the shade when you've got a sturdy oak like Yuna to lean on. Promotions and pay raises seemed like child's play with such a titan backing her.

When Linda overheard a juicy tidbit between Marguerite and Miley, she couldn't wait to spill the beans to Yuna in a bid for favor. Yuna was on the phone with Zoe, inquiring about a paternity test from the day before, but the call hadn't even connected when Linda hit her with the bombshell—Marguerite and Frederick had apparently spent a scandalous night together.

Fury boiled over within Yuna, and in a fit of rage, she swept her desk clean of office supplies, sending everything crashing to the floor. The moment her computer monitor hit the ground, Linda nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Argh!" Yuna roared like a banshee, "That wench Marguerite! She dares to lay her hands on my man? She must have a death wish!"

When Yuna was first reclaimed by her family, she had wanted to kick Marguerite to the curb, but was publicly humiliated by Frederick and Robert. Linda had seen Yuna's wrath unleashed before.

But Yuna's status was set in stone. So, in the game of connections, how could that tramp Marguerite even begin to compete? A joke!

With this in mind, Yuna's arrogance knew no bounds. She felt an urge to confront Marguerite then and there. Without another word, Yuna stepped into her glittering stilettos, striding over the chaotic mess of her office with a tempest brewing inside her, making a beeline for the head honcho's office.