Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 51

Frederick signed off on a document, and a hint of contempt flickered across his face. “It’s just a small factory, not worth our attention.”

Marguerite, as a seasoned perfume blender, had naturally heard of ScentSpirits Ltd. To be honest, ScentSpirits Ltd. didn’t have a great reputation in the industry, especially with frequent accusations of plagiarism and imitation.

Previously, Marguerite had sent her CV to various perfume companies but had deliberately left out ScentSpirits Ltd.

Even she, a person with no formal education, looked down on ScentSpirits. How could Frederick possibly care about them?

Frederick’s confidence gave his employees a sense of security. The employee didn’t say much after hearing his words, just nodded, glanced at Marguerite, and left.

Before he lost his sense of smell, Frederick used to handle the perfume testing himself.

Now, he couldn’t smell anything, and this important task naturally fell on Marguerite.

But she didn’t know about his lost sense of smell and muttered to herself while testing the perfumes: “He’s such a typical businessman, shamelessly exploiting my labor while he lounges on the sofa, catching some rays. What a jerk!”

Marguerite dipped the test strip into the liquid, sniffed it, and couldn’t help saying, “These perfumes seem pretty average to me, nowhere near as good as my Polar Radiance. I can’t understand why it didn’t even make it past the first round.”

sofa: “You missed the initial selection deadline; who’s to blame

expressing an opinion.

“No.”

seriously, with an air of arrogance about him.

you have to express an opinion? I picked your work out of the trash, applied for a patent for you, and put it into

man’s back, a complex

frightened the woman in front of him, Frederick sighed a little, his voice lowering: “Marguerite, compared to many

man in front of her didn’t respect her, but strangely, she didn’t want to

there was a hint of warmth in her heart. Her

eyes, she was still special to him?

the perfume she

go through all the trouble to pick out a work that

Marguerite thought the man was arrogant and always annoyed her, she had to admit that

at least at this moment, Marguerite was full of gratitude for Frederick.

finished her

wrote a perfume test report, intending to hand it to Frederick, only to find that he

six o’clock wasn’t as intense as at midday. The warm spots of light fell on his handsome face, making