Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 392

Marguerite was so stunned by the sudden news that she didn’t even have time to bid Frederick goodbye, instead rushing out in a blind panic.

Frederick’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he instinctively moved to the window, quickly spotting Marguerite hailing a cab and speeding off away from the construction site. Chuck re-entered the scene at that moment, “Mr. Winston, Marguerite just left. Should we continue the work upstairs?”

“Continue.”

“Yes, Mr. Winston!”

As Chuck turned to go relay the command, Frederick’s commanding voice echoed once again, “Wait.”

“Mr. Winston, do you need anything else?”

Frederick paused momentarily, then asked in a neutral tone, “What’s going on with her?”

Her? Was Mr. Winston referring to Marguerite?

“I just heard that Maurice sold LuxeScents International. Marguerite probably just found out about it and is rushing back.”

Frederick’s eyes clouded over with an emotion Chuck couldn’t decipher.

Could it be that there was some rekindled romance between Mr. Winston and Marguerite?

for three years, and she stayed in the company the whole time. It hasn’t been easy for her. Mr. Winston,

support her, but his words only seemed to further agitate Frederick.

nothing better to

glare, “…I just feel bad for Marguerite, because she’s about

into a cruel

still holding a grudge against Marguerite? Then what was going on earlier? Even if Marguerite initiated it, but Mr. Winston didn’t push her away! Now, even the long-time associate Chuck was thoroughly confused about

hour later,

CEO’s office. Just as she got off the elevator, she saw Maurice and a stranger poring over a

to sign his name with a pen he pulled from his pocket..

to stop him, but it

burst into the CEO’s office, the stranger had just

retorted, “LuxeScents International is a subsidiary of the

collaboration with Thunderbolt Enterprises

handle the rest.” Maurice remained calm

you out of

stranger stepped in. He extended his hand to Marguerite and introduced himself, “Hello Ms. Lockwood, I’m Wade Charles. I’ve

Charles? The name sounded familiar.

look at him. Despite his playboy

pleaded, “How much did you pay for it? Can you sell it

at Maurice, then turned