Chapter 83

Marguerite was still pissed, she even skipped breakfast and hopped on a bus to work.

She wanted to avoid any direct contact with Frederick, his very sight was irritating.

She buried herself in work until Frederick arrived at the CEO’s office.

Even though the development of Polar Radiance perfume was on track, she didn’t have a lot on her plate.

But to avoid Frederick, Marguerite kept herself busy even when there was nothing to do, trying to give off a “I’m so busy, don’t disturb” vibe.

Robert Fitzgerald, who was there to counsel Frederick, could easily see the tension between the two. There was no need to be a rocket scientist to figure out they had a row.

He wanted to mediate but seeing both were pissed at each other, he knew any meddling would only backfire, so he decided to back off for now.

By noon, a text message from Miley gave Marguerite a glimmer of hope.

When she finally had a valid excuse to leave, with a simple, “I’m going to eat,” she got up and left the office in a hurry, without even looking back.

Watching Marguerite’s retreating figure, Robert couldn’t help but ask, “Your lovely wife is mad, why don’t you apologize?

Frederick’s long fingers were quickly tapping on the keyboard, and he scoffed, “What’s it to me?”

Robert rolled his eyes.

what an arrogant

times, did he think he

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grabbed a bottle of soda water from the

familiar figure crossed the road and headed straight for a

hard, and quickly reported to Frederick, “Frederick, your

to the scene

and his eyes

she say she was going

was she in a

stood up and walked to the

floor CEO’s office, everyone below looked

a BMW. This person was wearing a baseball cap, making it difficult to discern the gender, but this person waved enthusiastically to

His eyes were as sharp

grabbed two high–powered binoculars from the bookshelf and handed them to Frederick, “Check

urgency, Frederick felt even more

up Marguerite?

such a

his wife of infidelity, how could

No way.

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