Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 542
Meanwhile, in Yuna’s 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 couldn’t understand why, even though she was now a Fitzgerald heiress-a status that surely matched Frederick’s-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 glass’s 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.
“What on Earth happened here?” Hackett stepped forward, towering over his daughter.
Seeing him, Yuna quickly tried to sit up from the couch in a drunken daze, latched onto Hackett’s neck, and began to wail, “Dad!
Dad! You’re finally here! They’re all bullying me! Marguerite is bullying me, Freddie too! Even my only brother is in cahoots with
them! Dad! I know you don’t like me, I know you want to claim Marguerite as your daughter! It’s all my fault!
Should I give up my heiress title to Marguerite? If I do, will they start to like me a little? I’ll do it! I’ll call Marguerite back right
now!”
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 Hackett’s temper. Just a bit of coquettish pleading and playing the victim would surely soften him up! The old
man’s 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 Yuna’s 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, “Who told
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you we want to claim Marguerite as our daughter? I only have one daughter, and that’s your
Yuna feigned a moved expression, symbolically shedding a few tears.
“Dad! You’re the best! Only you and mom love me! I don’t ask for much, I have no
ambitions!
I could even give up our family’s wealth, as long as I have your love, that’s enough!”
Hackett, looking at his daughter’s teary spectacle, felt a pang in his heart, and his dislike for Marguerite deepened, “What
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!”
A sly gleam flashed in Yuna’s 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, “I want Marguerite out of the company! I also want her blacklisted in the entire industry!
Dad, can you grant me this wish?”
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 daughter’s affection. But the
girl had thrown him a curveball with her first demand!
Hackett’s face showed his dilemma as he took a deep breath, “Darling, that request... I’m afraid I can’t grant you that...”