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.

boss is in Bald’s

colleagues immediately reached Marguerite’s ears.

up? Did

“Who knows?”

“Shh! Quiet! Listen!”

directly opposite everyone’s workstations, easy

tight, so

the office drama. She just

in the office was too big to

gave you the authority to boss my people

That was Frederick’s voice!

something sounded like it

Mr. Winston, I didn’t hurt

you get Marguerite to

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

with the accountant. I don’t want

I have a family

Marguerite froze.

standing up for

it unbelievable, suddenly looking up towards the office, only to find her colleagues staring at her with complicated

Ah…

Did they misunderstand something?

Bam-

flung open, breezing a wave of cold air

a chill, immediately returning to their desks, heads

eerie. Marguerite’s eyes met

flushed, feeling both

sharp gaze swept over the crowd, his voice cold and