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!

at the woman, her obvious resistance darkening his expression and making him look somewhat

voice deep and captivating. “The

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

to Chuck and commanded, “Chuck, go fetch a chair from the supply room.”

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

time with her, Chuck was

way more efficient than

Frederick could even say

asked Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, where do you think this chair

position himself, finally

lowered his voice and whispered to Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that be too far

that far, they can reach each other with just a stretch

grinning from ear to

Are you looking down on me?”

little nervous and took a step back, not daring to meet

discussing how to set up this workstation. After all, if

was fixed on Robert, he asked

let her work within your line of sight so she wouldn’t dare slack

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

him

window. Marguerite couldn’t see his expression, nor

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