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?”

the ocean, “Not just competitors, her identity

although he had obtained some useful information, strictly

too innocent, an innocence

believe that a woman with no scheming or blemishes could be

couldn’t let his

check, half an hour later,

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

eyes narrowed slightly, “What

lips, tentatively asked, “Mr. Winston, do you

the sofa, an impatient look

obviously a bit nervous, “Are… you

if you waste any more time, I’ll have the accountant

want to waste time,

were too… passionate, he couldn’t

had spoken, he had to bite the bullet and

information: [Frederick’s net worth], [The acquisition price of Luxe Scents

quieter, until it was

have the guts like Marguerite to directly call his boss by

the file,

but laugh, although not loudly, it

voice

been looking it

was full of authority, but his eyes carried a hint of complex

free time, let her come and help me with