Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 49

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.

Marguerite walked into the CEO’s office carrying a cardboard box, with Frederick and Robert chit-chatting by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, Marguerite’s here,” Chuck said, gently knocking on the door, a smile on his face.

The two men turned around at the sound of his voice, their gaze falling on a silent and expressionless Marguerite behind the large box, which made the woman look even more petite and fragile.

“Mr. Winston, where do you think would be a suitable place to set up her workstation?”

Marguerite looked around, the CEO’s office was as stylish as an art gallery. Despite it being spacious, the placement of each table, chair, and decor was meticulously designed.

The entire office was harmonious, so setting her workstation anywhere would disrupt the aesthetic.

Robert, who seemed prepared, pointed to the side of Frederick’s desk and said, “Over there! Let her work there!”

Marguerite’s eyes bulged out, looking at Robert in confusion.

Was he nuts?

He wanted her to share a desk with Frederick.

This was way too close for comfort!

woman, her obvious resistance darkening his expression and

and captivating. “The desk’s

“What do you mean, too

of space, he turned to Chuck and commanded, “Chuck,

anyone what Robert was up to, he was trying

some time with her, Chuck was quite fond of

way more

in high spirits, and before Frederick could even say anything, he happily responded,

the two involved, and directly asked Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, where do you think this chair should go? Same side as Mr. Winston or opposite?”

chair’s position himself, finally deciding,

Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that

mysteriously. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Besides, it’s not that far, they can reach each other with just a stretch of their hands. Think about it: face-to-face, and they can

nodded in agreement, grinning from ear to ear. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve got

my back? Are you looking down on me?” Frederick’s stern

a little nervous and took a step

He pointed to Marguerite’s new workstation and said, “We were discussing how to set up this workstation. After all, if I don’t help,

on Robert, he asked softly,

within your line of sight

to Marguerite while talking, pulled her back to the new workstation, and pushed her down onto the

at him blankly, completely at a loss

still standing by the window. Marguerite couldn’t see his

for her, he probably wouldn’t be pleased.