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

thought her love for him would fade with time, but it was more like a bottle of aged wine.

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

stay at LuxeScents International, where she could reminisce about their

been in a slump, lasing

can have any position you want

put down his cutlery, looking at Marguerite with

a casual choice, but to me, it’s a way to prove my abilities. Luxe Scents International is my

domineering attitude always reminded her of

commanding CEO demeanor,

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

treated her as if he

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

International is falling all because of

a line

their daughter, accompanied by the sound of her

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

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

the bracelet

unlock the bracelet if you input the correct password I really like it” The little girl chattered excitedly, thrusting the image closer to