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?

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

to support her, but his words only seemed to

you have nothing better to

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

a

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

hour later, at LuxeScents International..

cab, she ran towards the CEO’s office. Just as

with a pen he pulled from his pocket..

him,

moment she burst into the CEO’s office, the stranger had

retorted, “LuxeScents International is a subsidiary of the Winston Group. As the head of the Winston

collaboration with Thunderbolt Enterprises isn’t over yet!”

Charles will handle the rest.” Maurice remained calm throughout.

out

two could argue further, the stranger stepped in. He extended his hand to Marguerite and introduced himself, “Hello Ms. Lockwood, I’m

Charles? The name sounded familiar.

Despite his playboy

for it? Can you sell it back

his hand awkwardly, glanced at Maurice, then turned