Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 121

“How the hell did Freddie find out I called that old hag a dummy? Damn it! She actually went tattling!”

Yuna was so ticked off she couldn’t breathe. Watching Frederick walk away, she turned and marched towards the mansion to confront Laverne.

But the mansion was only filled with servants. Yuna instantly switched her tone, “Where’s the old… Where’s my grandma?”

The servants looked at her in surprise.

“Speak up! Did you all turn mute? I’m Freddie’s fiancée. Shouldn’t you address me as ‘ma’am‘ when you see me? Forgot your places, did you? Want to get fired?”

No one responded.

Yuna was being quite the brat. Plus, she had only come to the mansion twice; many servants didn’t even know her.

So, some were speechless, some looked puzzled, everyone treated her as if she was off her rocker.

Ignored. Yuna started to yell, “Do I need to teach you how to talk? In this house, it’s only Freddie and me. Is this how you treat your masters? Now, where’s my grandma?”

A new servant, trembling, nervously asked, “Miss, are you looking for Lady Laverne? She’s upstairs, still asleep.”

“That’s more like it!” Yuna held her chin up high, pointing at the servant, “You all should address me as ‘Miss‘ like she did. Don’t forget your manners.”

After her speech, Yuna turned and strutted towards the stairs, not noticing everyone was rolling their eyes at her behind her back.

In her rush to go upstairs, she didn’t ask where Laverne’s room was and had to go door to door.

In doing so, she accidentally walked into Frederick’s dressing room.

At the time, a tailor was ironing a suit, and a white dress was hanging on a rack behind him, apparently waiting to be pressed.

She was instantly attracted to the dress.

It was long, with diamonds around the waist, and a large bow on the back.

Proper from the front, sweet from the back.

Yuna fell in love with the dress and without a second thought, didn’t care that the tailor was still there, took the dress down and held it up against herself.

The tailor jumped, “Miss, what are you doing! You can’t touch Madame’s dress! It’s for their party in a couple of days!”

The tailor snatched the dress back as if protecting his treasure, then examined it carefully, afraid it got dirty by Yuna.

Yuna, deprived of the dress, was about to explode, but she caught the information in the tailor’s words and quickly asked, “What party?”

The tailor hung the dress back, “It’s Mr. Winston’s father’s sixtieth birthday. Mr. Winston is taking his wife home.”

Yuna was taken aback by the news, stepping back, almost losing her balance.

Freddie’s taking Marguerite home to meet his parents?

Why?

She was Frederick’s fiancée, and she should be the one he’s taking home!

Marguerite, where did this beggar come from? Why is Freddie so fond of her?

She came to the mansion to deliver chicken soup to Freddie, and to announce her status.

But instead of that, she found out Freddie was taking Marguerite home to meet his parents!

This was unbearable!

The more Yuna thought about it, the angrier she got. Throwing down the thermos, she hurried home, seeking Zoe’s advice.

Her face full of spite, she asked, “Mom! Freddie’s fallen for Marguerite. He’s even taking her home to meet his parents. What do we do?”

Zoe clenched Yuna’s wrist, her eyes sharp, “Looks like it’s time to play our trump card.”

Yuna paused, “You mean, the thing about Marguerite being pregnant…”

Before she could finish, Zoe put a finger to her lips, nodded meaningfully, and said, This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“This time, I’ll make her wish she were dead.”