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 him look somewhat

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

went ahead, and started clearing stuff off the desk. “What do you mean, too small? Marguerite doesn’t have that much stuff,

large chunk of space, he turned to Chuck and commanded, “Chuck, go fetch a chair from the supply room.”

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

Chuck was quite

more efficient than Yuna.

Frederick could even say anything, he happily responded, “On it!”

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

out the chair’s position himself,

his voice and whispered to Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that be too far if they were sitting opposite?”

can reach each other with just a stretch of their hands. Think about it: face-to-face, and they can exchange glances just by

ear to ear. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve got experience.”

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

took a step

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

asked softly, “And what’s the result of

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

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

awkward, she stared at him blankly,

standing by the window. Marguerite couldn’t see his expression,

of disdain for her, he probably