Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 392

Marguerite was so stunned by the sudden news that she didn’t even have time to bid Frederick goodbye, instead rushing out in a blind panic.

Frederick’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he instinctively moved to the window, quickly spotting Marguerite hailing a cab and speeding off away from the construction site. Chuck re-entered the scene at that moment, “Mr. Winston, Marguerite just left. Should we continue the work upstairs?”

“Continue.”

“Yes, Mr. Winston!”

As Chuck turned to go relay the command, Frederick’s commanding voice echoed once again, “Wait.”

“Mr. Winston, do you need anything else?”

Frederick paused momentarily, then asked in a neutral tone, “What’s going on with her?”

Her? Was Mr. Winston referring to Marguerite?

“I just heard that Maurice sold LuxeScents International. Marguerite probably just found out about it and is rushing back.”

Frederick’s eyes clouded over with an emotion Chuck couldn’t decipher.

Could it be that there was some rekindled romance between Mr. Winston and Marguerite?

Seizing the opportunity, Chuck decided to push further. He feigned sympathy, “Ah, I didn’t expect Marguerite to care so much. You were gone for three years, and she stayed in the company the whole time. It hasn’t been easy for her. Mr. Winston, aren’t you going to help her?”

meant to support her, but his words only seemed to

nothing better

glare, “…I just feel bad for Marguerite, because she’s

his lips curling into a cruel grin, “She

on earlier? Even if Marguerite initiated it, but Mr. Winston didn’t

an hour later,

the cab, she ran towards the CEO’s office. Just as she got

sign his name with

forward to stop him, but it was

the CEO’s office, the stranger

Marguerite, who marched straight up to Maurice and asked, “Did you sell LuxeScents International without my consent?” Maurice retorted, “LuxeScents International is a subsidiary of the Winston Group. As the head of the Winston Group, I have every right to deal with it as I

livid, “But our collaboration with

rest.” Maurice remained

are you out of

further, the stranger stepped in. He extended his hand to Marguerite and introduced himself, “Hello Ms. Lockwood, I’m Wade Charles. I’ve heard so much about you, and you’re even more beautiful

Charles? The name sounded familiar.

Despite his playboy looks,

immediately pleaded, “How much did you pay for it? Can

his hand awkwardly, glanced at Maurice, then turned back to Marguerite.

didn’t buy the company to make money. My father thinks I’m aimless, so I bought

was getting desperate, ‘Out of all the