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 pissed!

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

Did

“Who knows?”

“Shh! Quiet! Listen!”

directly opposite everyone’s workstations, easy

at that moment, the curtains were drawn tight, so everyone could

wasn’t interested in the office drama. She just

the commotion in the office was too

gave you the authority to boss

That was Frederick’s voice!

like it was smashed to

I

you get Marguerite to hand out

was your person. I thought…

accountant. I don’t want to

Mr. Winston! Please! I have a family

Marguerite froze.

Frederick standing

unbelievable, suddenly looking up towards the office, only to

Ah…

Did they misunderstand something?

Bam-

flung open, breezing a wave

a chill, immediately returning to their desks, heads down, no

eerie. Marguerite’s eyes met

flushed, feeling

gaze swept over the crowd, his