Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 648

Chuck's casual remark seemed to alleviate the brooding mood of the man before him, if only for a fleeting moment. Yet, in the very next second, the man's displeasure returned with force. For the past few days, he had been holed up at Poppy Petal Fragrances, keeping close company with Marguerite. And with Miley, it was as if they were joined at the hip, barely spending a moment apart. So how on earth could Chuck know more about Marguerite than he did?

Frederick fixed Chuck with a meaningful stare. His voice was calm yet carried a weighty undertone as he inquired, "Why would Miley discuss Marguerite's affairs

with you?"

Chuck: "???"

utterly surreal. He attempted to mask his discomfort with a laugh, "Ah, we were just shooting the breeze, and the conversation turned to her. Rest assured, Mr. Winston, I have absolutely no intention of prying into Marguerite's personal

cupid at the office, and Miley later joined their efforts, they had simply created a group chat for convenience. Any progress between Marguerite and Frederick would be reported in the chat with a quick ping. But they seldom discussed Maurice, as he was known for his discretion, leaving little to no trail in his dealings. Even when they did talk, they could hardly make heads or tails of his actions.

him. Just as he was about to clarify further, Frederick's piercing

for a moment, taking a while to grasp the suggestion. Mr. Winston was actually giving them a tip! Investigate Maurice's billing statements? The idea was pure genius! There's an old saying: where a man's money goes, there his heart follows. Perhaps Maurice's

the whirlwind of recent events, she hadn't had

air, leaning on their elbows, staring intently at a piece of A4 paper on the floor. From a distance, the paper, filled with illustrations and text, resembled a medical report. The two little ones were absorbed in this odd position, exchanging troubled glances, a sight

the room were shreds of paper, each fragment featuring wildly drawn facial features. The room was in a state of chaos. But the children were so captivated that they failed to notice Marguerite's