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?”

it professional, “It’s not a serious injury, just a

“You won’t go back?”

shook her head,

From behind his back, he produced a thermos and placed it on Marguerite’s desk, “Since you’re

Marguerite was surprised.

did this thermos come

it seem so out of place with his sophisticated, suited and booted

be from the

retorted sarcastically. “I’m not having Yuna’s

reaction, Frederick

sit opposite Marguerite. Without asking her opinion, he casually opened the thermos, revealing its contents, and pushed it

stared at him, her resistance clear in

came back from the Winston Mansion. The soup was made by my mother. You have

to the Winston

seemed in a good

must have improved, otherwise how could this soup have made

and

“Quite well”

front of her showed no signs of leaving He just

How dare hel

kind of look was that

wished she could douse the light in his eyes