Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 31

Meanwhile, the luxurious Cullinan was sailing smoothly on the flat road.

Marguerite sneaked a peek at the man, finding him quite dashing as he steered the wheel with one hand.

She was contemplating whether to explain about Yuna’s bracelet when Frederick beat her to it, “Where were you this afternoon?”

A hint of surprise flashed in Marguerite’s eyes.

Instead of asking about the alleged theft, he was asking about her whereabouts in the afternoon.

Turning to him, Marguerite responded honestly, “I was handing out flyers.”

“Handing out flyers?” The surprise was evident in Robert’s voice from the back seat, “Who told you to do that?”

“I don’t know him. He was a bald dude with a beer belly, dressed in black.”

Among LuxeScents International’s staff, only one person was bald, the head of the Marketing Department.

Robert seemed a bit helpless, “Marguerite, you’re too naive. You just do whatever they tell you to do? You’re not even in his department.”

Easier said than done with such a laissez–faire attitude! She didn’t have a degree, still an intern on probation, everyone seemed to have the fight to order her around.

Marguerite pressed her lips but didn’t say more to Robert.

After all, both Robert and Frederick were rich folks. How could they understand the struggles of an ordinary person?

It didn’t take long to get back to the office. Marguerite returned to her desk, continuing to endure the ridicule and scorn from others.

The boss is in Bald’s office! He looks

immediately reached Marguerite’s

up? Did

“Who knows?”

“Shh! Quiet! Listen!”

everyone’s workstations, easy to see with

curtains were drawn tight, so everyone could only listen to

office drama. She

commotion in the office

authority to

That was Frederick’s voice!

something sounded like it

I

get Marguerite to hand out

your person. I thought… she was

wages with the accountant. I don’t want to see you

I have a family to

Marguerite froze.

standing up

towards the office, only to find her colleagues staring at her with complicated

Ah…

Did they misunderstand something?

Bam-

breezing a wave of cold air to

their desks, heads down,

silence was eerie. Marguerite’s eyes met

flushed, feeling both embarrassed

sharp gaze swept over the crowd, his