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!

the woman, her obvious resistance darkening his expression and making

lightly touched his lips, his voice deep and captivating. “The desk’s too small,

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

a large chunk of space, he turned to Chuck and commanded, “Chuck, go fetch

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

her, Chuck

more

Frederick could even say anything, he happily

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

out the chair’s position himself, finally

to Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t

mysteriously. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Besides, it’s not that far, they can reach each other with just a stretch of their hands. Think about it: face-to-face,

agreement, grinning from ear to ear. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve

down on me?” Frederick’s stern voice rang

a little nervous and took a step back, not daring to meet

how to set up this workstation. After all, if I

Robert, he asked softly, “And what’s the

work within your line of sight so she wouldn’t dare

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 a

his expression, nor did she