Chapter 542
Bride Behind The Mask
Meanwhile, in Yunaâs office.
She slumped on the couch, utterly inebriated, her spirits dead, yet she kept pouring red wine into her mouth without a pause.
Her eyes were bloodshot with envy, and she clenched her teeth in hatred!
She couldnât understand why, even though she was now a Fitzgerald heiress-a status that surely matched Frederickâs-his gaze still perpetually followed that wretch, Marguerite!
Why would he rather slap his own face, endure public humiliation, just to openly assist Marguerite!
He was supposed to hate Marguerite! He hated her, right?
And the worst part was Robert! As her own brother, how could he not stand up for her?!
Why did everyone seem to side with Marguerite!
As Yuna brooded in indignation, the wine glassâs capacity could no longer satisfy her thirst, so she grabbed the bottle and began to guzzle it down to numb herself.
It was at this moment Hackett walked in. He looked around at the chaotic scene, then at Yuna, reeking of alcohol on the couch, and he felt both anger and heartache.
âWhat on Earth happened here?â Hackett stepped forward, towering over his daughter.
Seeing him, Yuna quickly tried to sit up from the couch in a drunken daze, latched onto Hackettâs neck, and began to wail, âDad! Dad! Youâre finally here! Theyâre all bullying me! Marguerite is bullying me, Freddie too! Even my only brother is in cahoots with them! Dad! I know you donât like me, I know you want to claim Marguerite as your daughter! Itâs all my fault!
Should I give up my heiress title to Marguerite? If I do, will they start to like me a little? Iâll do it! Iâll call Marguerite back right now!â
Saying this, Yuna let go of Hackett and staggered towards the door. Though she was drunk, her mind was crystal clear! She had long figured out Hackettâs temper. Just a bit of coquettish pleading and playing the victim would surely soften him up! The old manâs only weakness was being a doting father to his daughter!
After all the effort spent searching for his daughter, now that she was finally home, he would indeed do everything in his power to satisfy her!
Sure enough, at Yunaâs plea, Hackett was infuriated! Marguerite, Marguerite! That damned woman was upsetting his daughter again!
Hackett pulled Yuna back and made her sit on the couch again, rebuking her, âWho told you we want to claim Marguerite as our daughter? I only have one daughter, and thatâs your Yuna feigned a moved expression, symbolically shedding a few tears.
âDad! Youâre the best! Only you and mom love me! I donât ask for much, I have no ambitions!
I could even give up our familyâs wealth, as long as I have your love, thatâs enough!â
Hackett, looking at his daughterâs teary spectacle, felt a pang in his heart, and his dislike for Marguerite deepened, âWhat nonsense! How could you give up the wealth? You carry the blood of the Fitzgerald family, how could I let my own daughter be wronged?
Yuna, whatever you want, just say it. Dad will do everything in his power to satisfy you!â
A sly gleam flashed in Yunaâs eyes; she had laid the groundwork for so long just to hear the old man say these words!
She struck while the iron was hot, eager, âI want Marguerite out of the company! I also want her blacklisted in the entire industry! Dad, can you grant me this wish?â
Hackett looked at Yuna in astonishment; he had thought that his daughter was as she said, without much ambition, modest in her requests.
He was considering buying her a few priceless handbags or even throwing in a luxury villa to win his daughterâs affection. But the girl had thrown him a curveball with her first demand!
Hackettâs face showed his dilemma as he took a deep breath, âDarling, that request⦠Iâm afraid I canât grant you thatâ¦â