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?”

professional, “It’s not a serious injury,

“You won’t go back?”

head, I’m already

behind his back, he produced a thermos and placed it on Marguerite’s desk, “Since you’re not going back,

Marguerite was surprised.

on earth did this

did it seem so out of place

it be from the

disgruntled, retorted sarcastically. “I’m not having

seeing Marguerite’s girlish reaction, Frederick felt a little

chair to sit opposite Marguerite. Without asking her opinion, he casually opened the thermos,

him, her resistance

Mansion. The soup was made

been to the

in a good

improved, otherwise how could this soup

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

“Quite well”

Marguerite noticed that the man in front of her showed no

How dare hel

kind of look was that in

could douse the light in his eyes