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!

obvious resistance darkening

his voice deep and captivating. “The desk’s too small, too

you mean, too small? Marguerite doesn’t have that much stuff, just a

space, he turned to Chuck and commanded, “Chuck, go fetch a chair

was clear to anyone what Robert was up to, he was trying

time with her, Chuck was quite

way more

Frederick could even say anything,

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

chair’s position himself,

and whispered to Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that be too far if they

other with just a stretch of their hands.

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

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

a little nervous and took a step back,

how to set up this workstation. After all, if I don’t help, you wouldn’t bother to do it

Robert, he asked softly, “And what’s the result of the discussion?”

line of

back to the

extremely awkward, she stared at him

see his expression, nor did she know what

level of disdain for her, he probably wouldn’t be