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.

Meanwhile, Miley was overjoyed!

The fact that Frederick had even deigned to accompany them on their visit to Marguerite was surprising. She had never imagined that he would actually speak up for Marguerite!

She knew it! Frederick had once adored Marguerite; he wouldn’t stand to see her bullied like this!

Miley, unable to contain herself, chimed in enthusiastically, “Absolutely! Ever since Mr. Winston joined Poppy Petal Fragrances, he and Marguerite had been working on the new blush line together!”

Yuna, green with envy, could not bear the thought of that wretch Marguerite working side by side with her beloved Freddie. An assistant meant sharing an office, and what if old flames were rekindled?

Out of desperation, Yuna blurted out, “Marguerite is such a klutz, how could she possibly be a good assistant? Freddie, I can help too!”

Frederick scoffed disdainfully, finally deigning to glance at her with a look of mockery and disdain, “What can you do?”

Truth be told, he was just a last-minute addition by Robert; he had no idea about the spat between Marguerite and Yuna, nor did he intend to play the knight in shining armor for Marguerite. But inexplicably, he found himself instinctively protecting her.

His retort left Yuna speechless.

He knew Yuna was all about high society’s trivialities-luxury cars, designer watches-but when it came to work, she probably couldn’t even make heads or tails of the simplest schedule!

Yuna stood there, unable to utter a word.

Frederick withdrew his gaze, signaled Robert with a nod, and then, in a bold move, grasped Marguerite’s wrist and led her out of the office, leaving everyone watching, dumbstruck.

Miley, pleased with the day’s events, gleefully took Robert’s arm and followed suit.

The office was left in stunned silence once more.

Suddenly, one of the employees had an epiphany, muttering incessantly as if piecing together a juicy piece of gossip, “Marguerite and Yuna… they look identical… Marguerite… Yuna… Oh my gosh! Could they be twins from those rumors?”

Curiosity piqued, the others pressed for more, not even caring that Yuna was still within earshot, “What rumors?”

“About Mr. Winston, who dated twin sisters. He fell for the older one first and then the younger. But then the younger one got involved with Mr. Winston’s brother, and everyone says Mr. Winston actually loved her more! It’s a whole mess of a story!”

“Marguerite’s the younger sister?”

“Exactly! Didn’t you see both Mr. Winston and Mr. Fitzgerald stand up for Marguerite? Mr. Winston didn’t say much, but didn’t you notice how much straighter Marguerite stood by his side? Wow, the sense of security that Mr. Winston exudes is just so strong!”

“But wait! If they’re twins, why was Yuna the only one recognized but not Marguerite?”

“Who knows! The world of high society is deep and unpredictable, like a vast ocean. All sorts of strange things can happen, and it’s not surprising that we’re not always privy to them. After all, that world is out of our league!”

In that moment, Yuna could no longer contain her fury. Who dared to say that her Freddie preferred Marguerite? Did that bitch deserve him?

These fair-weather employees, she’d fire every last one of them!

Consumed by jealousy, Yunas face twisted into a snarl.

With a sweeping gesture, she knocked all the office supplies from her desk to the floor and began to smash and hit everything in sight, “Shut up! All of you, shut up! Get out! Get the hell out of here!”