Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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?”

opened his eyes, his gaze deep as the ocean, “Not just competitors, her

although he had obtained some

an innocence that felt

no scheming or

his guard

check, half an hour later, he came

just searched Marguerite’s computer. She didn’t do anything

narrowed

licked his dry lips, tentatively asked, “Mr. Winston, do you need me to read

sofa, an impatient look on his face as

bit nervous,

waste any more time, I’ll have

shaking all over, he didn’t want to waste time, it’s

too…

spoken, he had

worth], [The acquisition price of Luxe Scents International],

got quieter and quieter, until it was almost

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

his head would get closer to the file, until his face was completely buried in the file, daring not to Look

laugh, although not loudly, it was the result of

an eyebrow, his voice flat, “She spent all morning

looking it