Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 253

Noon, at the Winston Group.

Marguerite had suffered from severe morning sickness on that morning, coupled with a throbbing bump on the back of her head, all of which made her feel unconfortable, so she rested until noon before heading to the office.

Not long after she had settled in, Hannah walked in with a file in her hand, her tone cheerful:

“Ms. Lockwood, I just got the exact news from the Finance Department. Fragrance Finesse’s market value has shrunk by thirty percent, and ha of the manufacturers have expressed an intention to cooperate with our company.”

Only shrunk by thirty percent?

This was not within Marguerite’s expectations; she thought it would have to shrink by half at least.

It seemed that she had underestimated the resilience of the Winston Group.

However, it didn’t matter. As long as they could put some pressure on Fragrance Finesse, the pictures would not have been sent in vain.

No sooner had Hannah left the office after her report than Frederick walked in,

He didn’t knock. Marguerite looked at the man who had appeared suddenly, a little stunned. She opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

Upon hearing of Yuna’s pregnancy yesterday, her heart tightened every time she saw Frederick.

of any excessive emotion, and simply said, “If you’re hurt, you should stay at home

professional, “It’s not a serious injury, just

“You won’t go back?”

her head, I’m already

his lips. From behind his back, he produced a thermos and placed it on

Marguerite was surprised.

did

why did it seem so out of place

be

disgruntled, retorted sarcastically. “I’m not

girlish reaction, Frederick felt

good mood, he elegantly pulled over a swivel chair to sit opposite Marguerite. Without asking her opinion, he casually opened the thermos, revealing its

him, her

this, Frederick finally explained, “I just came back from the Winston Mansion. The soup was made by my mother. You have

to the

seemed in a good

could this soup have made

and started drinking, asking,

“Quite well”

noticed that the man in front of her showed no signs of

How dare hel

was that in

Marguente wished she could douse the light in his eyes

It was so awkward.