Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 51

Frederick signed off on a document, and a hint of contempt flickered across his face. “It’s just a small factory, not worth our attention.”

Marguerite, as a seasoned perfume blender, had naturally heard of ScentSpirits Ltd. To be honest, ScentSpirits Ltd. didn’t have a great reputation in the industry, especially with frequent accusations of plagiarism and imitation.

Previously, Marguerite had sent her CV to various perfume companies but had deliberately left out ScentSpirits Ltd.

Even she, a person with no formal education, looked down on ScentSpirits. How could Frederick possibly care about them?

Frederick’s confidence gave his employees a sense of security. The employee didn’t say much after hearing his words, just nodded, glanced at Marguerite, and left.

Before he lost his sense of smell, Frederick used to handle the perfume testing himself.

Now, he couldn’t smell anything, and this important task naturally fell on Marguerite.

But she didn’t know about his lost sense of smell and muttered to herself while testing the perfumes: “He’s such a typical businessman, shamelessly exploiting my labor while he lounges on the sofa, catching some rays. What a jerk!”

Marguerite dipped the test strip into the liquid, sniffed it, and couldn’t help saying, “These perfumes seem pretty average to me, nowhere near as good as my Polar Radiance. I can’t understand why it didn’t even make it past the first round.”

from the sofa: “You missed the

pouted, “I’m not blaming anyone, just expressing an opinion. Is that not

“No.”

an air of arrogance

picked your work out of the trash, applied for a patent for you, and put it into production. Who else gets this kind of

dumbfoundedly at the man’s back, a

sighed a little, his

of her didn’t respect her, but strangely,

in her heart. Her

in Frederick’s eyes, she was still special to him?

she blended was special.

the trouble to pick out a work that had missed

annoyed her, she had to admit that his appreciation for her work was unconditional.

this moment, Marguerite

mouth and finished her perfume testing in silence.

a perfume test report, intending to hand it to Frederick, only to find that

at five or six o’clock wasn’t as intense as at midday. The warm spots of

the report, got a thin blanket,