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?

much. You were gone for three years, and she stayed in the company the

to support her, but his words only seemed to further

you have nothing

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

lips curling into a cruel grin,

a grudge against Marguerite? Then what was going on earlier? Even if Marguerite initiated it, but Mr. Winston didn’t push her

later,

Just as she got off the elevator, she saw Maurice and a stranger poring over a

with a pen

stop him, but it was

she burst into the CEO’s office, the

straight up to Maurice and asked, “Did you sell LuxeScents International without my consent?” Maurice retorted,

“But our collaboration with

rest.” Maurice remained calm throughout.

out of your mind?”

two could argue further, the stranger stepped in. He extended his hand to Marguerite and introduced himself, “Hello Ms. Lockwood, I’m Wade Charles. I’ve heard so much about you, and you’re

name sounded

at him. Despite his playboy looks, he seemed friendly

“How much did you pay for

his hand awkwardly, glanced at Maurice, then turned back