Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 300

Three years later.

In the depths of winter

After a whole night of heavy snowfall, it finally ceased at the break of dawn

The sun’s reflection on the snow made the spacious kitchen, surrounded by windows on three sides, even brighter

Marguerite’s chestnut hair had grown long, cascading over her shoulders like sik. She had to brush it aside while eating, so it wouldnt obstruct her view

“When are you going to start working at Fragrance Finesse?‘ Maurice’s voice was nonchalant as Marguerite looked up at him, “I’m doing pretty well at Luxe Scents International.”

Three years ago, she had given birth to twins. The eldest mysteriously disappeared, leaving her and Maurice to raise their daughter Teresa together They never got married, maintaining a facade of a couple in front of their daughter, playing their roles with an adult’s dignity But privately, she despised Maurice.

She couldn’t understand why he insisted on keeping her around, continuously pushing her to work at Fragrance Finesse

Of course, Marguerite refused.

LuxeScents International held traces of Frederick, her lost love. Each time she sat in the office, she felt as if he was right there beside her

him would fade with time, but it was more like a bottle of aged wine. The longer the time, the richer

missed him so much that it was killing her, and she dreamt of him every

to stay at LuxeScents International, where she

Frederick’s departure, LuxeScents International had been in a slump, lasing its

the CEO position, you can have any position you want at Fragrance

his cutlery, looking at Marguerite with

me, it’s a way to prove my abilities. Luxe Scents International is my faith, and

domineering attitude always reminded

shared the same commanding CEO demeanor,

and joy of a common

Maurice always treated her as if he held her life

plan to guard your old lover’s nearly bankrupt company for the

slammed the table, “LuxeScents International is falling all because of

a

their daughter, accompanied by the sound of her cheerful

Marguerite with her tablet in hand. “Mommy, look, this bracelet is so furt can we buy it

lap, glancing over her pig–tailed head at the screen,

the bracelet

so high–tech. It has a string of buttons that you can twist, and you can only unlock the bracelet if you input the correct password I really like it” The little girl chattered excitedly, thrusting the image closer to