Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 27

A look of surprise clearly flashed oss Frederick’s handsome face, a slight astonishment flickered in his deep–set eyes.

He smiled, subconsciously stroked Marguerite’s soft cheek, “You’re not Yuna, then who are you?”

“I am…”

“Alright.” Frederick cut off Marguerite’s sentence before she could finish it, “Yuna, I’ve already promised to marry you, I won’t break my word,”

“Therefore, you don’t need to attract my attention by pulling such boring pranks.”

Marguerite was left speechless, thinking, “I didn’t mean it that way! This guy’s Imagination is really something else!”

He didn’t give her a chance to explain further, as company matters were waiting for him. Frederick quickly drove away. Marguerite sighed, returned to her room, put on her face mask, changed clothes, and then headed to the office.

In the afternoon, at LuxeScents International.

The sun shone brightly in the luxurious CEO’s office. Frederick’s voice was lazy, deep and pleasant like a cello, “Investigate Yuna’s grandmother’s whereabouts as soon as possible.”

Chuck’s hair was neatly styled by hair gel, he bowed his back slightly and replied respectfully, “Yes, Mr. Winston.”

“Also,” Frederick suddenly thought of Marguerite. His previously flat gaze became sharper, “Have someone secretly monitor Marguerite’s computer. If there are any suspicious emails, let me know immediately.”

Chuck was initially taken aback, but quickly understood his boss’s intentions, “Mr. Winston, do you suspect that Marguerite is a spy sent by a competitor?”

deep as the ocean, “Not just competitors, her identity is suspicious, we

investigated Marguerite twice, and although he had obtained some useful information, strictly speaking, he hadn’t seen what he wanted to

was too innocent, an innocence

couldn’t believe that a woman with no scheming or blemishes could be his

he couldn’t let his guard down

hour later, he came

anything in the morning. She just…

narrowed slightly,

his dry lips, tentatively asked, “Mr. Winston, do

leaned back in the sofa, an impatient look on

bit nervous, “Are… you sure?”

waste any more time, I’ll have the accountant to settle your

all over, he didn’t want to waste time, it’s just that… he couldn’t bring himself to

things Marguerite looked up were too… passionate, he

Frederick had spoken, he had to bite the bullet and read

worth], [The acquisition price of Luxe Scents

until it was almost inaudible at the

didn’t have the guts like Marguerite to directly call his boss

the file, until his face was completely

not loudly, it

expected storm didn’t come, Frederick raised an eyebrow, his voice

been looking it up since she came

on work!” Frederick’s voice was full of authority, but his eyes carried a hint of

she has so much free time, let her