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!

now Maurice had thrown her into this whirlwind in front

word. Maurice cleared his throat, pulling Marguerite closer to Frederick and gently explained, “Frederick has

a while to force herself to regain her composure. She 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

perfect person for this,” he said, his warm breath hitting the top of Marguerite’s head, but she felt a chill

so dark, like a deep, unfathomable

be available to accompany me?” Frederick’s indifferent voice cut through the tension. Marguerite instinctively tried to push Maurice away, but no matter

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using one hand to hold Marguerite’s waist, and gave Frederick a smile.

Frederick apologized, “Excuse me, I need to take this call,”

looked at him with wide eyes, her voice filled with accusation, “What are you trying to do?”

Maurice remained indifferent, “Why not make money from him? Using his money to save

patience and raised her voice, “You are

He leaned in closer to Marguerite, 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 it when you scold

she backed away, “Keep

should really take him to a