Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 343

Marguerite’s brain was struggling to function properly.

She stared blankly at Frederick, watching as he stubbed out his cigarette and flashed a smile. “Long time no see.”

Long time no see? They had just seen each other the day before yesterday!

Wasn’t she supposed to meet a potential client today?

Just as she was about to make a hasty retreat, Maurice walked into the office, positioning himself between Frederick and Marguerite.

“Marguerite is one of the most promising perfumers at the Winston Group,” he said. “I believe she’ll meet all your needs.”

Marguerite was completely dumbfounded. What was going on? So there was no client looking to collaborate with her after all, and it was Frederick who had come to see Maurice, and Maurice had recommended her to him!

shocking enough. But now Maurice had

and she returned his stare, but neither of them said a word. Maurice cleared his throat, pulling Marguerite closer to Frederick and gently explained, “Frederick has a new project outside

her composure. She replied in a tone devoid of emotion, “If you need to remove formaldehyde, you should contact a cleaning company. I’m not the right person for this.” She turned

he said, his warm breath hitting the top of Marguerite’s head, but she

inscrutable gaze growing more intense. His eyes were always so dark, like a deep, unfathomable well, making it impossible

inspection is necessary to remove formaldehyde. Would you two be available to accompany me?” Frederick’s indifferent voice cut through the tension. Marguerite instinctively tried to push Maurice away, but no matter how hard she

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using one hand to hold Marguerite’s waist, and gave

at that moment, Frederick’s phone rang. Marguerite caught a glimpse of the caller ID–it was Yuna. Frederick apologized, “Excuse me, I need to take this call,” and he was the first to leave

Marguerite pushed Maurice away and looked at him with wide eyes, her voice filled with accusation, “What are you trying to do?”

“Why not make money from him? Using

her patience and raised her voice, “You are such

unfazed. He leaned in closer to Marguerite, a mysterious smile on his face. “If anyone else insulted me, I would have sent them straight to hell. But you’re Marguerite, and I love