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!

The thought of the once fierce rivals becoming partners was shocking enough. But now Maurice had thrown her

but neither of them said a word. Maurice cleared his throat, pulling Marguerite closer to Frederick and

you should contact a cleaning company. I’m not the right person for this.” She turned around to leave after saying these words, but Maurice’s hand quickly snaked around her waist, pulling her into his embrace without any regard for

person for this,” he said, his warm breath hitting the top of Marguerite’s head, but she felt a chill

eyes with Maurice, his inscrutable gaze growing more intense. His eyes were always so dark, like a deep, unfathomable

indifferent voice cut through the tension. Marguerite instinctively tried to push Maurice away, but no matter how hard she pushed, he

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turned his body, using one hand to hold Marguerite’s waist,

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

Marguerite pushed Maurice away and looked at him with wide eyes, her voice

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

Marguerite finally lost her patience and raised her voice, “You

“If anyone else insulted me, I would have sent them straight to hell. But you’re Marguerite, and I