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

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

admission further

is absolutely unacceptable! Do you have any idea how enraged our customers are about your loss of smell? To

remained steady. Having proposed this countermeasure, he naturally had his

him, her eyes wide as she tried to discern

as though a lightbulb went

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

excitement, she

move. 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

crossed Frederick’s eyes as he looked

actually understand his thoughts, which was unexpectedly

days, Marguerite had

months, she had transformed from a complete novice to

hand tightly, as if eagerly awaiting

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 in

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