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!

resistance darkening his expression and making

touched his lips, his voice deep and captivating. “The desk’s

ahead, and started clearing stuff off the desk. “What do you mean,

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

anyone what Robert was up to, he was trying to pair Marguerite and Frederick up. How could

some time with her, Chuck was quite fond

was way more efficient than Yuna.

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

Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, where do you think

the chair’s position

Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that

shook his head 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

to ear. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve got

down on me?” Frederick’s stern voice rang out.

felt a little nervous and took a step back, not daring to meet Frederick’s gaze.

He pointed to Marguerite’s new workstation and said, “We were discussing how to set

asked softly, “And

your line

Marguerite while talking, pulled her back to the new workstation, and pushed her down onto the chair. “Right, Marguerite?”

extremely awkward, she stared at him blankly, completely at a loss for

by the window. Marguerite couldn’t see his expression, nor did

level of disdain for her, he probably