Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 343

Marguerite’s brain was struggling to function properly.

She stared blankly at Frederick, watching as he stubbed out his cigarette and flashed a smile. “Long time no see.”

Long time no see? They had just seen each other the day before yesterday!

Wasn’t she supposed to meet a potential client today?

Just as she was about to make a hasty retreat, Maurice walked into the office, positioning himself between Frederick and Marguerite.

“Marguerite is one of the most promising perfumers at the Winston Group,” he said. “I believe she’ll meet all your needs.”

Marguerite was completely dumbfounded. What was going on? So there was no client looking to collaborate with her after all, and it was Frederick who had come to see Maurice, and Maurice had recommended her to him!

of the once fierce rivals becoming partners was shocking enough. But now Maurice had thrown her into this whirlwind in front

returned his stare, but neither of them said a word. Maurice cleared his throat, pulling Marguerite closer to Frederick and gently explained, “Frederick has a new project outside the city, a newly built residential complex.

replied in a tone devoid of emotion, “If you need to remove formaldehyde, you should contact a cleaning company. I’m not the right person for this.” She turned around to leave after saying these words, but Maurice’s hand quickly snaked around her waist, pulling her into his embrace without any

he said, his warm breath hitting the top of Marguerite’s head, but she felt

Maurice, his inscrutable gaze growing more intense. His eyes were always so dark, like a deep,

to accompany me?” Frederick’s indifferent voice cut through the tension. Marguerite

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one hand to hold Marguerite’s waist, and

at that moment, Frederick’s phone rang. Marguerite caught a glimpse of the caller ID–it was Yuna. Frederick apologized, “Excuse me, I need to take this call,” and he

pushed Maurice away and looked at him with wide eyes,

finish, Maurice remained indifferent, “Why not make money from him? Using his money to save his near–bankrupt company isn’t a bad

lost her patience and raised her voice, “You

a mysterious smile on his face. “If anyone else insulted me, I would have sent them straight to hell. But you’re Marguerite, and I love

pale, and she backed away, “Keep

dog! She should really take him to a