Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 536

The moment the words left the Frederick’s mouth, the office erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps and whispers.

Had they heard that right? The famously aloof Mr. Winston was actually offering Marguerite the role of his executive assistant?

Holy smokes! That position was the best opportunity-everyone would wish for it!

Ever since Frederick had joined the ranks of Poppy Petal Fragrances, people tried to cozy up to him, hoping to catch his eye. They hoped that with just one shared glance, he might favor them with his attention. But no one had ever succeeded!

Rumor had it that Mr. Winston was already engaged, with a three-year-old kid.

As for why he kept it a secret, that was a mystery none of the mere mortals in the office could claim to understand.

Maybe he just wasn’t into it. But why did he show favor in Marguerite?

Not only did she have the scions of two major corporations vouching for her, but she also got Frederick, the dreamboat of every female’s fantasy, to willingly hand over the assistant’s spot to her!

Who on Earth was Marguerite?

In the blink of an eye, the office was abuzz with speculation about her true identity.

Miley was

fact that Frederick had even deigned to accompany them on their visit to Marguerite was surprising.

Marguerite; he

“Absolutely! Ever since Mr. Winston joined Poppy Petal Fragrances, he and Marguerite had been working

wretch Marguerite working side by side with her beloved Freddie. An assistant meant sharing

“Marguerite is such a klutz, how could she possibly

at her with a look of mockery and

spat between Marguerite and Yuna, nor did he intend to play the knight in shining armor

retort left Yuna

trivialities-luxury cars, designer watches-but when it came to work, she probably couldn’t even make heads or tails of the simplest schedule!

stood there, unable to

move, grasped Marguerite’s wrist and led her out of the

events, gleefully took Robert’s arm and followed

office was left in stunned silence once

had an epiphany, muttering incessantly as if piecing together a juicy piece of gossip, “Marguerite

for more, not even caring that

“What rumors?”