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

gossiping whispers of her colleagues immediately reached Marguerite’s ears. She saw

Did

“Who knows?”

“Shh! Quiet! Listen!”

office was directly opposite everyone’s workstations,

tight, so everyone could only

the office drama. She just kept her

the commotion in the office was

gave you the authority to boss my people

That was Frederick’s voice!

it was

Mr. Winston, I didn’t hurt your

get Marguerite to hand

I didn’t know Marguerite was your person. I thought… she

accountant.

Mr. Winston! Please! I have a

Marguerite froze.

Frederick standing up

only to find her colleagues staring at her with

Ah…

Did they misunderstand something?

Bam-

door was flung open, breezing a wave of cold

a chill, immediately returning to their desks, heads down, no one dared to look

Marguerite’s

flushed, feeling both

swept over the crowd, his voice cold and