Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 253

Noon, at the Winston Group.

Marguerite had suffered from severe morning sickness on that morning, coupled with a throbbing bump on the back of her head, all of which made her feel unconfortable, so she rested until noon before heading to the office.

Not long after she had settled in, Hannah walked in with a file in her hand, her tone cheerful:

“Ms. Lockwood, I just got the exact news from the Finance Department. Fragrance Finesse’s market value has shrunk by thirty percent, and ha of the manufacturers have expressed an intention to cooperate with our company.”

Only shrunk by thirty percent?

This was not within Marguerite’s expectations; she thought it would have to shrink by half at least.

It seemed that she had underestimated the resilience of the Winston Group.

However, it didn’t matter. As long as they could put some pressure on Fragrance Finesse, the pictures would not have been sent in vain.

No sooner had Hannah left the office after her report than Frederick walked in,

He didn’t knock. Marguerite looked at the man who had appeared suddenly, a little stunned. She opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

Upon hearing of Yuna’s pregnancy yesterday, her heart tightened every time she saw Frederick.

But Frederick seemed unaffected. He approached, his face devoid of any excessive emotion, and simply said, “If you’re hurt, you should stay at home and rest. Why come to the office?”

not a serious injury,

“You won’t go back?”

her head, I’m

nodded slightly, a smirk on his lips. From behind his back, he produced a thermos and placed it on Marguerite’s desk, “Since you’re not going back, you might as well take some

Marguerite was surprised.

on earth did

so out of place with his

it be from

retorted sarcastically. “I’m not having

Marguerite’s girlish reaction,

pulled over a swivel chair to sit opposite Marguerite. Without asking her opinion, he casually opened the thermos, revealing its contents, and pushed it towards

stared at him, her

Frederick finally explained, “I just came back from the Winston Mansion. The soup was made by my mother. You have to take some whether you like it or

to the

he seemed in

how could this soup have made it from

picked up the spoon and started drinking, asking, “Is

“Quite well”

a few sips, Marguerite noticed that the man in front of her showed no signs

How dare hel

look was that in his

brightly. Marguente wished she could douse the light in his eyes with