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?”

her, but his words only

have nothing

intense glare, “…I just feel bad for Marguerite, because

lips curling into a

was confused. Was Mr. Winston still holding a grudge against Marguerite? Then what was going on earlier? Even if Marguerite initiated it, but Mr. Winston didn’t push her away! Now, even the

an hour later, at LuxeScents

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

to sign his name with

forward to stop him, but it was

moment she burst into the CEO’s office, the stranger had just

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

was livid, “But our collaboration with Thunderbolt

will handle the rest.”

out

stepped in. He extended his hand to Marguerite and introduced himself, “Hello Ms. Lockwood, I’m Wade Charles. I’ve heard

Charles? The name sounded familiar.

turned to look at him. Despite his playboy looks, he

immediately pleaded, “How much did you pay for it? Can you sell it back to me?”

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

father thinks I’m aimless, so

was getting desperate, ‘Out of all