Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 49

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.

Marguerite walked into the CEO’s office carrying a cardboard box, with Frederick and Robert chit-chatting by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, Marguerite’s here,” Chuck said, gently knocking on the door, a smile on his face.

The two men turned around at the sound of his voice, their gaze falling on a silent and expressionless Marguerite behind the large box, which made the woman look even more petite and fragile.

“Mr. Winston, where do you think would be a suitable place to set up her workstation?”

Marguerite looked around, the CEO’s office was as stylish as an art gallery. Despite it being spacious, the placement of each table, chair, and decor was meticulously designed.

The entire office was harmonious, so setting her workstation anywhere would disrupt the aesthetic.

Robert, who seemed prepared, pointed to the side of Frederick’s desk and said, “Over there! Let her work there!”

Marguerite’s eyes bulged out, looking at Robert in confusion.

Was he nuts?

He wanted her to share a desk with Frederick.

This was way too close for comfort!

resistance darkening his expression and making him look somewhat irritated.

and captivating. “The

and started clearing stuff off the desk. “What do you mean, too small? Marguerite doesn’t

cleared a large chunk of space, he turned to Chuck and commanded,

was up to, he was trying to pair Marguerite and Frederick

some time with her, Chuck was quite

was way more

before Frederick could even say

pulled over a swivel chair, completely ignoring the opinions of the two involved, and directly asked Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, where do you think this chair should go? Same side as Mr. Winston or

out the chair’s position himself, finally

whispered to Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that be

that far, they can reach each other with just a stretch of their hands. Think about it: face-to-face, and they can exchange glances just by looking up, how great is

ear to

down on me?” Frederick’s stern voice rang

step back, not daring to meet Frederick’s gaze.

a familiar smile. He pointed to Marguerite’s new workstation and said, “We were discussing how to set up this workstation. After all, if I don’t help, you wouldn’t bother to do it for

fixed on Robert, he asked softly, “And what’s

within your line

to Marguerite while talking, pulled her back to the new workstation, and pushed her down onto the

awkward, she stared at him blankly, completely at

his expression, nor