Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 4 Episode 42

Meanwhile, at LuxeScents International, Marguerite had just clocked in when she received a call from Maurice.

She stared at the caller ID in disbelief for a moment.

She had been enjoying the peace and quiet with Maurice gone for several days, but this call instantly furrowed her

brow.

“What is it?”

“Come over to Fragrance Finesse.”

Maurice’s tone was resolute, leaving no room for Marguerite to negotiate.

But Marguerite was equally stubborn, refusing outright, “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what? LuxeScents International hasn’t had a client for several quarters, what could you possibly be busy

with?”

Marguerite could hear the laughter in Maurice’s voice, which made her even more adverse, “What’s it to you? Mind

your own business! Frederick’s return must have you on edge, right?”

This was how Marguerite and Maurice interacted, neither conceding to the other.

On the surface they appeared courteous and calm, but their conversations were filled with jabs at each other’s

weak spots.

Unfazed, Maurice responded, “A potential client wants to collaborate with you, but they came to me first.”

Marguerite was taken aback, “Why would they come to you if they wanted to work with me?”

Maurice laughed, “Who in Stonebridge City doesn’t know that Marguerite is my wife? It would be improper to

approach you directly, right?”

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His smugness irked her! He really thought he was some kind of omnipotent CEO, didn’t he? He thought he looked

cool with his rising inflection, huh?

His wife? She had never acknowledged that! If it wasn’t for Teresa needing a loving environment to grow up in, she

would never have allowed the world to believe she and Maurice were a loving couple.

Marguerite hung up the phone without a word, and Maurice’s text message came through shortly after:

[You have ten minutes to get here. I presume you wouldn’t want your ex’s company to go bankrupt so soon.]

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Marguerite gritted her teeth in anger, but she knew Maurice was right.

The company Frederick left behind couldn’t go bankrupt, so she needed the money. After several quarters of losses,

she was barely able to pay the wages, these few months she had been relying on her own savings to keep the

company afloat.

She quickly left the office, hopped into her car and sped towards Fragrance Finesse.

As soon as she parked, she saw Maurice waiting by the elevator, flashing her a smile.

She approached him and asked, “What’s the client’s name?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

He was still playing coy with her? What a pain!

Marguerite stared at his smiling face, sensing a deeper, malicious intent.

Before stepping out of the elevator, Maurice deliberately draped his arm around

Marguerite’s shoulder. Marguerite shivered, and quickened her pace, successfully leaving Maurice behind.

Over the past three years, Maurice had often introduced her as his beloved wife at public

events.

For the sake of Teresa, she swallowed her words each time. But now that Teresa knew she and Maurice were not

really a couple, she didn’t feel the need to play along with his charade anymore.

He wanted to continue presenting her as his loving wife in front of clients? Not a chance!

Marguerite didn’t even want to pretend anymore.

From a distance, she could see a man with a muscular build standing in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows in

Maurice’s office. He was dressed in a black shirt, his suit jacket draped over his arm, a cigarette in his other hand.

The man exuded a noble elegance with every move. But he had his back at her, preventing Marguerite from seeing

his face.

Yet, Marguerite felt an inexplicable familiarity with the man’s posture and movements.

Was this the client who wanted to collaborate with her?

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As she approached the office, Marguerite pushed open the door, swiftly introducing herself, “Good afternoon, sir.

I’m Marguerite. I heard you’re interested in collaborating with LuxeScents International…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off. Because the moment the man turned around, she was rooted

to the spot, unable to recover for a long time.

The man was Frederick! Why was he in Maurice’s office?