Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 27

A look of surprise clearly flashed oss Frederick’s handsome face, a slight astonishment flickered in his deep–set eyes.

He smiled, subconsciously stroked Marguerite’s soft cheek, “You’re not Yuna, then who are you?”

“I am…”

“Alright.” Frederick cut off Marguerite’s sentence before she could finish it, “Yuna, I’ve already promised to marry you, I won’t break my word,”

“Therefore, you don’t need to attract my attention by pulling such boring pranks.”

Marguerite was left speechless, thinking, “I didn’t mean it that way! This guy’s Imagination is really something else!”

He didn’t give her a chance to explain further, as company matters were waiting for him. Frederick quickly drove away. Marguerite sighed, returned to her room, put on her face mask, changed clothes, and then headed to the office.

In the afternoon, at LuxeScents International.

The sun shone brightly in the luxurious CEO’s office. Frederick’s voice was lazy, deep and pleasant like a cello, “Investigate Yuna’s grandmother’s whereabouts as soon as possible.”

Chuck’s hair was neatly styled by hair gel, he bowed his back slightly and replied respectfully, “Yes, Mr. Winston.”

“Also,” Frederick suddenly thought of Marguerite. His previously flat gaze became sharper, “Have someone secretly monitor Marguerite’s computer. If there are any suspicious emails, let me know immediately.”

Chuck was initially taken aback, but quickly understood his boss’s intentions, “Mr. Winston, do you suspect that Marguerite is a spy sent by a competitor?”

opened his eyes, his gaze deep as the ocean, “Not just competitors, her

he had obtained some useful

was too innocent, an

woman with no scheming or blemishes

he couldn’t let his guard down with

went to check, half an hour later, he came back with

I just searched Marguerite’s computer. She didn’t do anything in the morning. She just…

eyes narrowed slightly, “What

dry lips, tentatively asked, “Mr. Winston, do you need me to

in the sofa, an impatient look on his face as he

bit nervous, “Are… you

I’ll have the accountant to settle

didn’t want to waste time,

up were too… passionate, he

had

price of Luxe Scents International], [The number

got quieter and quieter, until it was almost inaudible at the

the guts like Marguerite to

would get closer to the file, until his face was completely buried in the file, daring not

laugh, although not loudly, it was the

storm didn’t come, Frederick raised an eyebrow, his voice flat, “She spent all

she has been looking it up since she

authority, but his eyes

free time, let her