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.

was akin to validating Garnett’s claim at

CEO of a perfume company loses his sense of smell, can the fragrances they create satisfy the

further

absolutely unacceptable! Do you have any idea how enraged our customers are about your loss of smell? To quell their anger, your only choice

proposed this countermeasure, he naturally had

him, her eyes wide as she tried to discern his

though a lightbulb went off in her

felt a connection with Frederick, understanding his

her excitement, she unconsciously

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

of appreciation crossed Frederick’s eyes as he looked at

actually understand his thoughts, which was unexpectedly

past few days, Marguerite had constantly

she had transformed from a complete novice to a

was holding his hand tightly, as if eagerly awaiting a confirmation of her

that moment, he realized a woman’s appearance was far less important than

may not be conventionally beautiful, but at that moment, she was incredibly alluring

Marguerite’s hand in his own, nodded slightly, a faint smile of relief on his lips, “Our