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?”

deep as the ocean, “Not just competitors, her identity

investigated Marguerite twice, and although he had obtained some

too innocent, an innocence that felt

couldn’t believe that a woman with no scheming or blemishes could be his

he couldn’t let his guard down with

went to check, half an hour later,

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

eyes narrowed

Winston, do you

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

a bit nervous, “Are… you sure?”

I’ll have the accountant

didn’t want to waste time, it’s just that… he couldn’t bring

up were too… passionate, he

that Frederick had spoken, he had to

following information: [Frederick’s net worth], [The acquisition price of Luxe Scents International], [The number of Frederick’s female friends],

quieter and quieter, until

Marguerite to directly

get closer to the file, until

although not loudly, it was the

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

“Yes, she has been looking it up since she came

voice was full of authority,

the subject, “Since she has so much free time, let