Chapter 28
Bride Behind The Mask
Robertâs sudden interrogation made Frederick feel uneasy, a feeling he absolutely hated. He shot Robert a disgruntled look and said, âBuzz off! Quit spouting nonsense.â
Robert shrugged, not surprised by Frederickâs reaction.
Frederick was a man whoâd never been in love. For all Robert knew, Frederick probably didnât even know what love felt like.
So Robert wasnât expecting Frederick to admit. Those words might never come out of Frederickâs mouth.
But that was okay, there was still time.
Meanwhileâ¦
Chuck couldnât find Marguerite at the office.
Marguerite didnât have a fancy degree, wasnât exactly a beauty, and was just an intern. She got pushed around by her coâworkers, running errands and putting up with their snide remarks and ridicule.
The worst part? She didnât even have time to grab lunch before her boss sent her out to distribute leaflets.
Marguerite knew this was just another way her colleagues were bullying her. The companyâs reputation was already wellâknown, there was no need to hand out flyers on the street.
But she was on a low position and had no say in the matter. All she could do was suck it up and endure the mistreatment.
From noon till around 2 or 3 in the afternoon, the sun was at its peak. She was out there for a solid three hours..
She wasnât some spoiled brat, and sheâd done all sorts of jobs to make ends meet. So handing out flyers wasnât a big deal.
But without lunch, she was running on empty. She was hungry and dizzy, and almost got heatstroke.
But Marguerite couldnât stop. There was hardly anyone around the storefront, and she still had a stack of leaflets to hand out before she could clock out.
She patiently handed a flyer to a passerby who ignored her and even went out of their way to avoid her.
colapproac Marguerite didnât let it get her down. She was about to lapproach the next person when she felt a hard shove on her shoulder.
She turned around to see a woman dressed with famous brands, carrying bags of designer labels. It was Yuna, wasnât it?
âGod, Marguerite! Youâre handing out flyers? Arenât you Frederickâs wife? Isnât he taking care of you?â
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Yunaâs fingers casually brushed against her neck, her diamond necklace caught the sunlight and sparkled.
Marguerite didnât respond, she just moved past Yuna and continued with her work.
But Yuna was persistent. She showed her bracelet which made Marguerite incredibly annoying.
âMarguerite, does Frederick know youâre doing such a menial job? He shouldnât let you do this. Look at me, he had someone give me a card loaded with money. He said I could spend it however I wanted and when it runs out, I should just ask him for more.â
Marguerite pretended not to hear, she was busy handing out flyers to passerby, greeting them with a pleasant, âHello, our company isâ¦â
âHello, would you like to buy some perfume? Our company isâ¦â
âHelloâ¦â
Ignored by Marguerite, Yuna couldnât hold it in anymore. She marched up in her heels, snatched the flyers from Margueriteâs hands, and tossed them into the air.
The colorful sheets fluttered in the air like butterflies, landing on Marguerite, making her look ridiculous.
âFlyers! Flyers! Thatâs all you care about! You donât even listen to me! You bitch!â
Seriously!
âThis woman would rather smile at strangers than give me the time of day, is she blind? Iâm dressed head to toe in designer labels, Iâm way classier than these average Joes!â Yuna thought.
The scattered flyers on the ground made Marguerite furious. She glared at Yuna, trying her best to keep her composure, âWhat the hell do you want?â
Yuna arrogantly brushed her hair away, then suddenly played the victim, shouting out loud, âIs there anyone who can help me? This woman stole my bracelet and wonât admit it! Can someone come over here!â
Marguerite thought, âWhat?â
She stole Yunaâs bracelet? What a crock of bull! Was this woman out of her mind?
âWhich eye of yours saw me stealing your stuff? Iâve been handing out these flyers fair and square, I didnât even touch you!â
Their argument quickly gathered a crowd outside the store, their cold stares made Marguerite feel the pressure.
âYou did steal my bracelet! If you had the guts, youâd open that bag and let me see!â
Marguerite had had enough, âI didnât steal anything, why would I have to let you search my bag?â
âIf you donât let me check, how would I know you didnât steal?â
Yuna played up her victimhood, âCan anyone help me here? That bracelet was a gift from my boy friend, itâs expensive. If you want one, I can buy you one, but you canât steal mine!â
The crowd saw Yunaâs sincere expression and her beauty, so they started to stir the pot.
âYeah, if she suspects you, just open your bag and show her!â
âShe mustâve stolen it, why else would she refuse to open her bag?â
âLook at her raggedy clothes, and sheâs so ugly. Ugh, envy the rich all you want, but you canât steal!â
âAll of youâ¦â
Everyone was against Marguerite, she felt helpless and desperate.
Even though she was poor, she was always ambitious, always striving to be upright and kind. How could she endure Yunaâs public humiliation?
To clear her name, Marguerite had no choice. She glared at the smug Yuna, took off her bag, and dumped everything out.
Notebooks, pens, lipstick all rolled out. And with them, a shiny chain.
Seeing this, Marguerite was horrified, but Yuna, who felt like she got her gotcha moment, immediately picked up the chain from the ground and accused her, âAnd you dare say you didnât steal, whatâs this then?â