Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 390

Marguerite followed behind Frederick, her mood as gloomy as a rainy day, as they headed to the makeshift office by the construction site.

The office was nothing more than a temporary space put up with wooden planks. The lighting was poor, and the furniture was bare bones.

But when Frederick sat down at the desk, he seemed to glow like a lantern in the dark.

As she looked at him, an old saying came to mind: a diamond in the rough.

However, she wasn’t in the mood to appreciate his good looks. He had just given her a good scolding, and she was still bitter about it.

Without any further orders from him, Marguerite just stood there, unmoving.

She watched as Frederick pulled out a large blueprint and started sketching with a freshly sharpened pencil. He was utterly focused, his eyes never leaving the paper.

He had a noble, aristocratic air about him, yet he wasn’t soft or weak. His sharp features and the way he held the pencil, firm and confident, made him seem more like a king overseeing his kingdom.

Finally, Frederick put down his pencil, looked at

down, only to see that the blank piece of

was

area of 25,000 square meters! And he

minutes!

he even human?

the back

blueprint that she

system that connects the

An idea suddenly popped

closer, inadvertently bringing herself even closer to Frederick, “So, we could place air fresheners that eliminate formaldehyde in the valves. That way, when the ventilation system is activated, it will spread the fresheners

to her and hadn’t fully expressed his idea yet, but she had managed to guess his

elaborate on them!

couldn’t help

froze at his words. Marguerite couldn’t believe that Frederick was praising her. She turned to look at him, only to find his