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.

Bald’s office! He looks

of her colleagues immediately reached Marguerite’s ears.

Did Bald screw

“Who knows?”

“Shh! Quiet! Listen!”

was directly opposite everyone’s workstations, easy to see with a

curtains were drawn tight, so

wasn’t interested in the office drama. She

the commotion in the office was too big to

authority to

That was Frederick’s voice!

like it was

I didn’t hurt

Marguerite

your person.

the accountant.

Winston! Please! I

Marguerite froze.

standing up for

towards the office, only to find her colleagues

Ah…

Did they misunderstand something?

Bam-

was flung open, breezing a

felt a chill, immediately returning to their desks,

Marguerite’s eyes met

feeling

sharp gaze swept over the crowd, his