Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite)
Chapter 535

Chapter 535

The retort struck Yuna like a slap across the face. Her excited expression froze mid-cheer, mouth hanging open in disbelief, "What... what do you mean?"

Miley snickered, mercilessly tearing away the pretense, "You calling him 'brother' just made him queasy, didn't you catch that? Yuna, don't tell me you actually believed that slipping into the role of a heiress would make Robert respect you? You're living in a fantasy! All those dirty little schemes you've been pulling - he's seen them all! Nothing's more revolting than having someone you despise suddenly become your sister."

Yuna's cheeks flushed a patchwork of anger and shame, wishing she could skin Miley alive.

But with Robert and Freddie there, she couldn't lash out, not one bit!

Damn it! It was just too infuriating!

"The job openings at the company aren't for you to decide! Don't go causing trouble while mom's not around. And don't you forget, I'm still a part of the Fitzgerald family!"

Robert's declaration was indisputable, yet it left Yuna utterly baffled, "What positions are available at the company? I wasn't aware of any."

Miley couldn't care less about playing cat and mouse with Yuna. She, along with Mr. Winston and Robert, had come to put Marguerite in her place, not to waste time with this woman.

So, she simply pushed Marguerite towards Frederick, turning to Yuna, "Since when do you get a say in company positions? Whatever Marguerite wants, she gets. Isn't that right, Mr. Winston?" As she spoke, Miley didn't miss the chance to give Frederick a meaningful wink.

Frederick gave her an annoyed glance, knowing full well that Miley and Robert didn't summon him for anything trivial.

It seemed as though Marguerite had been bullied again, so they were seeking his strength to stand up for her! Despite everything, seeing her so defenseless and desolate did pull at his heart. Where was that sharp-tongued firecracker he knew from before? This woman, it seemed, only had the guts to vent her frustrations at him.

Frederick thought to himself, subtly stepping closer, protectively positioning Marguerite behind him. Yet Yuna, glaring at Miley, was seething with rage. Why did that woman have to meddle in everything? "This is a family matter, keep your nose out of it! Do you really think you can extend your reach into my company?"

Robert corrected her sternly, "This is my company!"

Publicly reprimanded by him, Yuna felt utterly humiliated. She noticed several employees whispering amongst themselves, their once admiring looks now laced with skepticism. Desperate to salvage her dignity, she stuttered before managing a weak question, "Brother, weren't you... uninterested in the family. business?"

Robert's handsome features remained stoic, but his voice carried an edge of ruthless nonchalance, "I was uninterested before, but things have changed! Not only am I interested now, but according to the tradition of primogeniture, as long as I hold on, not a single. penny of the Fitzgerald family's fortune will go to you!"

Yuna staggered at his words. She knew all too well she couldn't contend with Robert given her current clout.

Swallowing the bitter pill, she chose to temporarily concede and show weakness, "I... I wasn't even after the family's assets. Mom gave the position to me, and since Marguerite had nothing to do, I just thought I'd replace her some work to tide over. Besides, I already checked; there really aren't any open positions for her, just a janitorial spot left."

She refused to believe it!

Could Robert truly create an entire department out of thin air just for Marguerite? Establishing a new department would require a series of board votes. Could Robert buy them all off?

Moreover, with her managerial position, she had a vote to veto!

If Robert truly intended to go through with such a plan, she would be the first to stand in opposition!

Yuna thought her words had indirectly pressured Robert.

However, Frederick, who had been quiet all along, casually adjusted his cuff, tilting his head slightly without looking at anyone in particular.

His voice, magnetic and almost languid, casually let slip, "I happen to have a vacancy for an executive assistant Marguerite could give it a try."