Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite)
Chapter 218

Chapter 218

The shap qize of this man bore deeply into Margueres e nail hav

i trying to decipher an elusive emotion within her

However, Marguerite was unable to withstand his intense state. He heart pounded in her chest, and she quickly looked away to hide her unease

Important

How could it not be important?

Frederick and Powell's relationship had become increasingly strained because of her, and the knew she lacked the ability to mend this nift

Her only course of action was to launch the Polar Radiance perfume.

She didn't want Maunce to encroach on Fredenck's market, not even if Lucents Informational was just a small subsidiary of his company She didn't want the company to suffer any losses This was the only thing she could do for Frederick

But facing the man who clearly didn't love her she had already lost the battle of love

For this reason, her maramal dignity couldn't be shattered any further

Marguerite grifted her teeth and forced herself to meet Frederick's gaze, her voice devoid of affection

"Mr. Winston, this isn't just about you Luxe Scents International isn't only your company"

Marguente pulled her hand from his gnp, picked up an invitation from the trash can, and looked at him again

Tm the project manager for Polar Radiance If Fragrance Finesse gets the upper hand, I'd be failing my team For them, I won't back down

With that, Marguerite turned around and left, leaving Frederick with the sight of her slender but proud figure

Chuck, who had been watching the scene unfold, was shocked Ever since Marquente returned to the company, her relationship with Mr. Winston seemed to become more distant

He glanced at Marguente, then at the gloomy-faced Mr Winston, his expression troubled "Mr. Winston, how should we handle this?"

Frederick took a moment to regain his composure before lighting a cigarette "Let her go"

"Should I arrange for some staff to accompany her? She hasn't dealt with this kind of situation before. I'm afraid she might be overwhelmed"

The smoke from the cigarette framed his handsome face, making him look even colder. He scoffed, his tone filled with mockery. "She won't leam until she hits a brick wall. This will be a good chance to take he Chuck was right. Marguente had never attended an event like the one at the Grandeur Square Mall

The only time she had gone to something similar was at Powell's birthday party, where Frederick had brought her and things hadn't ended well.

She didn't have time to buy a dress, so her secretary, Hannah, rushed home to replace a Hepburn style black dress. The dress accentuated Marguerite's slender legs.

Hannah also put Marguente's shoulder-length hair into a bun and placed a vintage red hairband on her head. The ensemble indeed gave off an Audrey Hepbur

vibe

However, Marguente still looked unwell, causing Hannah to worry "Ms. Lockwood, are you sure you want to go tonight? You're not looking so good

Ignoring her concern, Marguente left the office. I'm going to a party, not a battlefield. What could possibly happen?"

"But you're looking pale. Are you feeling sick?"

if Hannah hadn't mentioned it, Marguerite would've forgotten that she was running a fever.

She touched her forehead and found it to be slightly warm, but she didn't feel too ill

Til be fine I'm going to talk to Mr Garnett and then I'll be back Keep an eye on the news from Fragrance Finesse for me, and let me know if anything happens."

Understood

After the conversation, Marguente hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the Grandeur Square Mall

The sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping

The air conditioning in the venue was set cold, and as soon as Marguente entered, goosebumps prickled on her skin, and she had a fit of sneezes.

Fortunately, she quickly found Gamett, who was entertaining a group of potential investors with a glass of champagne in hand.

She watched from a corner, waiting for a chance to approach him when he was alone

Soon, Garnett's phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly ended his conversation, heading in a certain direction

Without thinking. Marguente followed him

Garnett rounded a corner and was suddenly stopped by a slender arm that tugged at his tie, pulling him into a comer

Marguerite quickly halted, and what she saw left her stunned.

Gamett and a voluptuous middle-aged woman were passionately kissing, oblivious to their surroundings.

The blonde hair, the fur cost-it all seemed too familiar

was Liselle, Powell's legal wife and Maurice's mother!

age red hairband on her head. The ensemble indeed gave off an Audrey Hepbur

vibe

However, Marguente still looked unwell, causing Hannah to worry "Ms. Lockwood, are you sure you want to go tonight? You're not looking so good Ignoring her concern, Marguente left the office. I'm going to a party, not a battlefield. What could possibly happen?"

"But you're looking pale. Are you feeling sick?"

if Hannah hadn't mentioned it, Marguerite would've forgotten that she was running a fever.

She touched her forehead and found it to be slightly warm, but she didn't feel too ill

Til be fine I'm going to talk to Mr Garnett and then I'll be back Keep an eye on the news from Fragrance Finesse for me, and let me know if anything happens."

Understood

After the conversation, Marguente hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the Grandeur Square Mall

The sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping

The air conditioning in the venue was set cold, and as soon as Marguente entered, goosebumps prickled on her skin, and she had a fit of sneezes. Fortunately, she quickly found Gamett, who was entertaining a group of potential investors with a glass of champagne in hand.

She watched from a corner, waiting for a chance to approach him when he was alone

Soon, Garnett's phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly ended his conversation, heading in a certain direction

Without thinking. Marguente followed him

Garnett rounded a corner and was suddenly stopped by a slender arm that tugged at his tie, pulling him into a comer Marguerite quickly halted, and what she saw left her stunned.

Gamett and a voluptuous middle-aged woman were passionately kissing, oblivious to their surroundings.

The blonde hair, the fur cost-it all seemed too familiar

was Liselle, Powell's legal wife and Maurice's mother!