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!

of the once fierce rivals becoming partners was shocking enough. But now Maurice had thrown her into this whirlwind in

said a word. Maurice cleared his throat, pulling Marguerite closer to Frederick and gently explained, “Frederick has a new project outside the city, a newly built residential complex. They need a batch of

took Marguerite a while to force herself to regain 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

breath hitting the

eyes were always so dark, like a deep, unfathomable well, making it impossible to see what lay at

voice cut through the tension. Marguerite instinctively tried to push Maurice away, but no matter

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hand to hold Marguerite’s waist, and gave Frederick

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

her waist loosen, Marguerite pushed Maurice away and looked at him with wide eyes, her voice filled with accusation, “What are

to finish, Maurice remained indifferent, “Why not make money from him?

finally lost her patience and raised her voice, “You are such a

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