Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 229

An hour later, at Winston Group headquarters.

Upon Frederick and Marguerite arriving at the company, Robert and the numerous PR teams had already brainstormed a multitude of plausible strategies.

Frederick listened to each report, but found none to his satisfaction.

Robert looked troubled, “Frederick, you said this won’t work, that won’t work. But we’re running out of time. The only way to stabilize the customer sentiment is to vehemently deny your loss of smell.”

Frederick massaged his furrowed brow, weariness etched on his face. As he pulled a cigarette from the pack, his gaze fell on Marguerite, and he halted,

He exhaled heavily, returning to his usual assertive demeanor,

“Release a statement immediately, acknowledging my loss of smell, and bring all our perfumers to the forefront. The company’s growth is due to the collective effort of all our perfumers.”

Robert was taken aback, as was Marguerite.

loss of smell was akin to validating Garnett’s claim at the press

his sense of smell, can the fragrances they create satisfy the

further incite

how enraged our customers are about your loss of smell? To

steady. Having proposed this

remained fixed on him, her eyes wide as she tried to discern

though a

at that moment, she felt a connection with Frederick, understanding his

contain her excitement, she unconsciously gripped his

He assumed our team would deny it and would have prepared his next move accordingly. If I’m not mistaken, once the PR statement is released, he’ll hit you hard with evidence. The only way is to do the unexpected, and leave him with nowhere to

Frederick’s eyes as he looked

his thoughts,

few days, Marguerite had constantly surprised

months, she had transformed from a complete novice

if eagerly awaiting a confirmation of her thoughts from

a woman’s appearance was far less important than her

be conventionally beautiful, but at that moment, she was

nodded slightly, a faint smile of