Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 801

Silas Ward twirled the perfume bottle in his hand and asked, "Where'd you get this?"

Marguerite Lockwood was surprised. "Silas, didn't you even read our project proposal before investing in us? This perfume is from our new line, not even on the shelves yet."

"This is Polar Radiance?"

"Yep."

"Since I can't buy it, how about you give it to me?"

Marguerite hesitated. Wasn't it a bit odd for a man to ask a woman for something like this?

But rather than seeing Silas's request as overstepping, she replied, "If you can identify the middle and base notes of this perfume, it's yours."

Back when Frederick Winston lost his sense of smell, the only scent he could still detect was Polar Radiance. Not only that, he could accurately identify its top, middle, and base notes.

Marguerite knew she was clutching at straws again, but she just couldn't let it go. If Silas showed even a hint of Frederick's essence, she had to test it.

Silas chuckled at her. "Again with this?"

games? Always looking for something childish

to perfume, I'm a total rookie.

a rookie is

money. Your company's

perfume. Seems like a promising venture,

you're talking about is my mother. I created this

like I underestimated you. I thought you were

"I'm honored."

carry on further. Silas glanced at his watch, realizing it was

walked him to the door, habitually saying goodbye, but he suddenly reached

"See you later, kiddo."

why, but he always felt an urge to make

couldn't resist, and there it was, a

his hand, but his choice of words caught her

her, said nothing, and

soy sauce were just the basics. Eventually,

these games had sharpened his sense of smell considerably

what else could she be but a