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.

is in Bald’s office!

reached Marguerite’s

up? Did Bald screw

“Who knows?”

“Shh! Quiet! Listen!”

everyone’s workstations, easy

moment, the curtains were drawn tight,

wasn’t interested in the office drama. She just kept her head

commotion in the office was too

the authority

That was Frederick’s voice!

something sounded like it was smashed to the

Winston, I didn’t hurt

get Marguerite to

Marguerite was your person. I thought… she was

your wages with the accountant. I don’t want

Mr. Winston! Please! I have a

Marguerite froze.

Frederick standing

office, only to find

Ah…

Did they misunderstand something?

Bam-

office door was flung open, breezing

returning to their desks, heads

was eerie. Marguerite’s eyes

face flushed, feeling

swept over the crowd, his