Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 75

Upon hearing this. Alison shot a glance at Yuna, but found her standing still as a log.

In frustration, Alison had to drag Yuna over to Marguerite herself and forced her to twirl around a couple of times.

Yuna was livid, her body stiffened as she shouted at Alison, “Get your hands off me! Don’t touch me!”

She was absolutely turning.

Who would’ve thought that the customer who made her lower herself to be a fitting model was none other than the evil Marguerite.

And worse, Marguerite was brought here by Frederick himself.

Not only that but Frederick even flirted with this evil woman right in front of her.

What on earth had Marguerite done to Frederick to get him to pamper her so much?

After being scolded by Yuna, Alison was quite embarrassed. Worried that this scene would upset Frederick, she quickly apologized with a smile:

“Mr. Winston, Mam, I’m really sorry. She’s new here and doesn’t know the ropes. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Frederick’s handsome face darkened slightly, his brow furrowed, and the frosty aura he radiated made everyone feel pressured.

“Not knowing the ropes? Every industry has its own rules. Teachers educate, doctors save lives, designers can’t plagiarize. And she, since she chose to be a fitting model. should serve the customers

diligently. Alison, your models need to work on their temper.”

Frederick’s words hit Yuna like a punch.

The reason he stood up for Yuna yesterday was purely out of old ties and not wanting to make a scene.

But that didn’t mean he would tolerate or forgive Yuna’s plagiarism.

Despite Frederick’s calm tone, it gave off an aura of restrained authority that scared Alison into wringing her hands:

“Absolutely, Mr. Winston, you are correct. Our service indeed needs improvement. We will definitely enhance staff training.”

Alison apologized with an apologetic smile and then asked, “Mr. Winston, Mam, do you still need this dress?”

“Yeah. Of course, we do.”

The one who spoke was none other than Marguerite. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Although Frederick’s attitude towards Yuna suddenly became very severe, which made Marguerite a bit worried. But anyhow, Yuna’s behavior was way too much.

She had hurt her over and over again, and it was high time she struck back.

Marguerite thought to herself and gave Frederick a flirtatious look, saying, “I want all these clothes, and can we buy a few more pairs of shoes as well?”

Seeing the woman’s “need your support” expression, Frederick found it hard to refuse.

His tone was firm yet calm, “Sure.”

Upon hearing this. Alison immediately handed the catalogue back to Marguerite, “Mam, these are all the new items in the store, which ones would you like?”

Marguerite flipped through the catalogue, imitating Frederick’s casual gestures and pointed at a few places, “This, this, and these pages, bring them all for me to see. Well, have her try them on for me.”

Saying this, Marguerite pointed at Yuna.

“Mam, no problem. Please wait a moment, I will have our staff prepare the samples for you immediately.”

Alison immediately instructed the staff to prepare the samples.

Yuna had been stunned long before. She felt extremely angry but helpless at the same time.

Frederick’s attitude towards her was so indifferent just now. Clearly, he was still very angry. She worried her resistance would tire Frederick and she would have even less of a chance to win his heart.

Thinking of this, Yuna immediately gave Frederick a pitiful look, her eyes filled with distress, as if she was deeply wronged.

But the man’s attention was not on her at all, Marguerite kept feeding him snacks, obviously trying to rub salt in Yuna’s wound.

Yuna cursed Marguerite as a bitch in her heart.

She would remember this grudge, sooner or later, she would make Marguerite pay.

Soon Neal came up with a huge shoe rack in the elevator. The five–layer rack was full of shoes picked by Marguerite,

Marguerite looked down at Yuna with an air of superiority and ordered in a cold tone, “Try the shoes.”

Yuna was so angry that she was grinding her teeth, her eyes sharp as knives, as if they were going to pierce through Marguerite’s chest.

Alison quickly took a pair of crystal shoes and stuffed them into Yuna’s arms, warning her in a low voice, “Mr. Winston is a famous big shot, if you dare to upset him again, no one can save you. Quick, try the shoes. You can have the dress after that.”