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

sense of smell, can the fragrances they

admission further

idea how enraged our customers are about your loss of smell? To quell their anger, your only choice is

remained steady. Having proposed this countermeasure, he naturally

on him, her eyes wide as she tried to discern

a lightbulb went off

moment, she felt a connection with Frederick, understanding his

her excitement, she unconsciously gripped his

his next move

of appreciation crossed Frederick’s

his thoughts,

few days, Marguerite had constantly surprised

two months, she had transformed from a complete novice to a woman capable of

hand tightly, as if eagerly awaiting a confirmation of her thoughts from

a woman’s appearance was far less

be conventionally beautiful, but at that moment, she

own, nodded slightly, a faint smile