Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 675

Fred's gaze cut through the air like a knife, landing squarely on Chuck, who visibly shuddered at the impact. Though Fred hadn't uttered a single word, that look alone was laden with a threat, making Chuck realize he'd once again spoken out of turn in Mr. Winston's eyes.

But he hadn't been wrong! The company's sudden interest in working with Poppy Petal Fragrances was obviously for Marguerite's sake. Who else could it be for?

Upon hearing Chuck's insinuation, Marguerite couldn't help but beam with pride. With nothing much to do, she grew bolder and pointed at the screen, asking about the wafer-shaped object displayed.

"What's this now?"

Her inquiry clearly disrupted Fred's workflow, much to his chagrin. He had caught her sneaking glances at him, though he tried to focus his attention elsewhere. Yet, she easily managed to throw him off his rhythm. Still, he patiently explained, "It's a groundbreaking technology developed by Veracoria's top hackers. Once implanted into the human brain, the wafer can significantly alter one's life path."

"How so?" Marguerite's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"For starters, it could modify certain memories. In more advanced cases, it could unlock a person's potential in specific areas."

terrifying! Wouldn't that turn

He looked at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed with an eager thirst

eye, Fred commanded, "Explain it to

scary as you think. The wafer doesn't control people or harm the body. It's often used in the medical field, for instance,

the concept.

treatments?"

precise than ECT. While ECT randomly erases memories, the wafer

impressed. Then, looking directly at Fred, she changed the subject, "But implanting a wafer must be

Fred didn't flinch, "Yes."

okay with

expression darkened slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his handsome features. Chuck quickly intervened, "Marguerite, the medical field is just one application. Mr.

made more sense to her. The man she remembered, though intimidating, had never crossed legal boundaries. Feeling relieved, Marguerite turned back to Fred,

closer, smiling, "Some things can't be bought with money. They don't need my money, so it's