Chapter 388
Bride Behind The Mask
Teresa had just stepped into the mansion, leaving the front door slightly ajar.
As Marguerite walked in, she immediately spotted Janie, who was waiting for Maurice.
Back when Maurice was still known as Steven, Janie was his medical assistant.
Upon Maurice revealing his identity and taking over the Winston Group, it was only natural that Janie would become his personal assistant.
Witnessing all of Mauriceâs dirty deeds, Marguerite naturally had no good impression of her.
âMadam, Iâm here to see Mr. Winston.â
Marguerite did not respond, silently moving past Janie and heading towards the staircase.
At this moment, Maurice entered the house. Seeing this, Janie immediately reported, âMr. Winston, Freâ¦â
Before she could finish her sentence, Maurice quickly shot Janie a look. His gaze fell on Margueriteâs retreating figure, then he lowered his eyes and voice, whispering with Janie.
Marguerite stood by the staircase.
Had Janie been about to say âFrederickâ? But she hadnât heard anything. Were they planning to do something to Frederick again?
But werenât Frederick and Maurice currently partners? Their secretive behavior was suspicious.
Marguerite shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it. After all, it was a matter between the brothers.
She couldnât interfere.
Meanwhile, at Sapphire Valley Estates.
Snow began to fall outside the study window. It wasnât heavy, but it carried a hint of chill.
Frederick, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with a lit cigar, blended his silhouette with the snowy scenery, creating a lonely atmosphere.
His handsome figure was accentuated by the thought of Marguerite appearing in the restaurant, Maurice peeling shrimp for her and putting his jacket on her. His heart was more restless than ever. But he didnât believe it was love, just nauseating!
âHas the formaldehyde removal begun?â He suddenly asked in a cold voice.
Chuck quickly responded, âYes, Marguerite has been on the site for the past few days.â
Extinguishing his cigar, Frederick turned around, âIâll inspect the progress tomorrow.â
âAlright, Iâll let Marguerite know.â
âNo need.â
Chuck paused, âMr. Winston, are you planning aâ¦â¦.
surprise inspection?â
âYes.â Frederick responded simply, his sharp features half-hidden in shadow, giving him a profound aura.
Seeing Mr. Winstonâs expression, Chuck fell silent. It seemed like Mr. Winston was out to pick a fight.
Marguerite, youâd better pray for luck!
The next day, on the construction site.
Marguerite, wearing a hard hat and blue overalls, was bustling about the site.
The workers were also enthusiastically carrying out their tasks under her direction.
*Keep up the good work, everyone! Once we install these last few exhaust fans, weâre done for the day.â Marguerite encouraged the workers. Several young men immediately began to move a large exhaust fan.
But the site supervisor grumbled discontentedly, âMs. Lockwood, these high-powered fans are usually installed in large halls on the first floor. Mr. Winstonâs project is a high-end residential area!â
Upon hearing this, the young men halted their work.
âYeah, Ms. Lockwood, if every household installs such a big exhaust fan, itâs a bit⦠tackyâ¦
âIf we have to remove them later, the walls will be full of holes. The decorators will have to redo their work. Then weâll have to remove the formaldehyde again! Itâs a vicious cycle!
Marguerite was at a loss. Her specialty was perfume creation and she had indeed developed a formaldehyde-removing fragrance.
But Frederick had only given her a week to remove the formaldehyde. No matter how good her product was, it was impossible to complete the task in such a short time.
Thatâs why she had thought of using exhaust fans.
The workers started discussing among themselves, questioning Margueriteâs competence.
They were questioning about Margueriteâs decision, leaving her feeling quite beaten down.
In the midst of the chaos, a commanding voice suddenly rang out, âWhatâs going on?â