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.”

missed the

anyone, just expressing an opinion.

“No.”

scolded her seriously, with an air

the trash, applied for a

back, a complex feeling welling up in her heart.

have frightened the woman in front of him, Frederick sighed a little, his voice

stunned for a moment. The man in front of her didn’t

warmth in her heart. Her lips unconsciously curled into

Frederick’s eyes, she was still

perfume she

pick out a work that had missed the initial selection and invest

and always annoyed her, she had to admit that his appreciation for

moment, Marguerite was

mouth and finished her

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

o’clock wasn’t as intense as at midday. The warm spots of light