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?”

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

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

was too innocent, an innocence that

that a woman with no scheming or blemishes

he couldn’t let his guard down with

immediately went to check, half an hour later, he came back with a

I just searched Marguerite’s computer. She didn’t do anything in the morning. She just…

eyes narrowed slightly, “What

asked, “Mr. Winston, do you

leaned back in the sofa, an impatient look on his face as he

was obviously a bit nervous, “Are…

I’ll have the accountant to

waste time, it’s just that… he

looked up were too… passionate,

that Frederick had spoken, he had to bite the

acquisition price of Luxe Scents International], [The number of Frederick’s female friends], [Frederick’s

and quieter, until it was almost inaudible at the

have the guts like Marguerite to directly call his boss by his

time he called out Frederick’s name, his head would get closer to the file, until his face was completely buried in the file, daring not to Look at

although not loudly, it

Frederick raised an eyebrow, his voice flat, “She spent all

she has been looking it up since she