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.

face devoid of any excessive emotion, and simply said, “If you’re hurt, you should stay at home and rest. Why come

not a serious injury,

“You won’t go back?”

head, I’m

thermos and placed it on Marguerite’s desk, “Since you’re

Marguerite was surprised.

on earth did this thermos

did it seem so out of place with his

be

sarcastically.

Marguerite’s girlish reaction, Frederick felt a little

over a swivel chair to sit opposite Marguerite. Without asking her

him, her resistance clear in

explained, “I just came back from the Winston Mansion. The soup was made by my

had been to the

seemed in

have improved, otherwise how could this soup have made it from the

the spoon and started

“Quite well”

front of her showed no signs of leaving He just

How dare hel

kind of look was

was shining brightly. Marguente wished she could douse the light in his eyes with cold

It was so awkward.