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Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 703
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Chapter 703

Yuna was almost nose to nose with Marguerite, her forehead shiny from a recent Botox touch-up nearly bumping

into Marguerite's head.

Why does it feel like this woman got another cosmetic procedure?

Her cheeks and chin were swollen, making her profile resemble a crescent moon, her chin sharp enough to poke

someone. Probably because she often gets lost in her delusions, her appearance had taken on a haggard look.

No wonder Stella suspected her of having a mental disorder.

"Marguerite! Are you even listening to me? | told you to fire her! Fire her!"

Yuna slammed her hand on the desk, making a loud noise.

Marguerite jolted back to reality, seeing Yuna pointing at Violet, her long nails almost poking into her eyes.

Suppressing her anger, Marguerite calmly shielded Violet, her tone firm yet respectful.

"Violet and | report directly to the director. If you want her fired, you should speak to Frederick."

"Don't you dare use Freddie to intimidate me!"

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Her voice was hoarse from shouting, her gaze moving past Marguerite's shoulder to Violet, then leaned in

towards Marguerite, nervously saying:

"Marguerite! Don't you think Violet is eerie? I'm telling you, she's possessed by spirits!"

Marguerite's gaze was calm, with a hint of disdain:

"Can you not?"

"I'm not joking! My mom and your grandma, they're all clinging to her! Every t| see her, | get chills! Do you

understand what that feels like?"

Yuna was pacing around frantically, prompting Marguerite to whisper to Violet, "Go get security."

Violet nodded and quickly left the office.

But then, Yuna turned around suddenly, and when her eyes met Violet's, she was visibly shaken. She pointed at

Violet, trembling, her eyes filled with fear.

"Marguerite! Look at Violet! My mom... my mom is hugging her right now, even sticking out her tongue at me!

Her tongue is so long, like a zombie's! Marguerite, look, she's hopping towards me! Ah-"

Yuna covered her ears, squatting down, screaming.

"Don't cany closer! Stay away!"

Marguerite frowned, never one to believe in ghosts and spirits. But seeing Yuna's reaction gave her the creeps. It

felt as if the temperature around them had dropped to freezing!

Marguerite couldn't help but look at Violet, who stood there with a sad, awkward expression, looking completely

lost and distressed.

"Marguerite, look! Do you see it? Is my mom on top of Violet's head?"

Marguerite felt both annoyed and exasperated: "What do | see? Violet is standing right there, doing nothing! Can

you be rational?"

"I can't be rational! | really see Penelope!"

"Penelope is your mother, why would you be afraid of her? And grandma! Did you also see grandma just now?"

"Grandma?"

Yuna looked at Marguerite, terrified, as if realizing something, and then screamed.

"Ah- Marguerite, stop asking! What does it matter if | see them? What are you trying to say?"

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Marguerite forced a smile: "What can | say? If you can see them, it means you miss them."

"Pfft!" Yuna spat on the floor, then stood up abruptly, "I don't miss them! They were all biased!"

As she spoke, Yuna charged towards Marguerite, her neck stretched out as if to press her face against

Marguerite's.

"So tell me, Marguerite, why should | miss them? Why!"

Yuna was so agitated that she sprayed Marguerite's face with spittle. Marguerite

stepped back, disgusted, wiping her face, and raised her voice.

"If you don't miss them, why can you still see them?"

Yuna seemed triggered, grabbing Marguerite's shoulders and shaking her violently.

"It's not them | see, it's ghosts!"

Marguerite, shaken by Yuna's outburst, Violet quickly stepped in, pulling Yuna's hands away.

"Ms. Lockwood, that's enough! I've never heard of ghosts existing in this world, only of guilt haunting the

conscious!"