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

killing her, and she

why she was determined to stay at LuxeScents International, where she could reminisce about

been in a slump,

position, you can have any position you want at

down his cutlery, looking at Marguerite with

a way to prove my abilities. Luxe Scents International is my faith, and

always reminded her of

the same commanding CEO

give her promotions and raises. Each reward was just, allowing her to experience the confidence and joy of a common person’s growth. But Maurice seemed to be reminding her intentionally that

always treated her as if he held her life

guard your old lover’s nearly bankrupt

slammed the table, “LuxeScents International is falling all

between the two was intense. It was as if a line of fire was drawn between

of their daughter, accompanied by the sound of her cheerful

towards Marguerite with her tablet in hand. “Mommy, look, this bracelet is so

Teresa onto her lap, glancing over her pig–tailed head at the screen, seeing an advertisement

the bracelet

bracelet is 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