Chapter 537

Meanwhile, back in Frederick’s corner office, all four had barely settled when Frederick noticed an additional desk placed right beside his usually solitary workspace.

Marguerite stared at it, her mind suddenly catapulting back three years.

Back then, when she first met Frederick, the stubborn man suspected her of having ulterior motives and had her desk placed right beside his own.

In hindsight, those months they spent working under his watchful eye were among the happiest times she had experienced in three years.

Now, it seemed history was repeating itself, and a small spark of hope for the future flickered within Marguerite. But Frederick seemed taken aback, his gaze flitting from Marguerite’s desk to Robert in confusion.

“Care to explain?” he asked.

Robert and Miley were nestled together, radiating the bliss of love.

With a smile that hinted at deeper meanings, Robert said, “What’s there to explain? You see it, don’t you? From now on, Marguerite will share this office with you!”

Frederick’s brows knitted in displeasure. “I only agreed to help you out this one time. I didn’t agree to anything else, so don’t push your luck!”

Marguerite was puzzled. Hadn’t he just personally offered her the position as his executive assistant?

Why the sudden change of heart?

However, she quickly caught on. If Frederick was here at Robert’s behest, then all the actions taken, all words spoken, must have been prearranged.

So, he wasn’t sincerely intending to keep her by his side.

Meanwhile, Robert was clearly confused, “What are you playing at, Frederick? Sure, I asked for your help to make a statement, but I didn’t expect you to make promises to Marguerite willy-nilly! You just said in front of everyone that she would be your executive assistant. You wouldn’t really make her sweep the streets, would you? I’m not worried. I’m thick-skinned, but aren’t you worried about going back on your word?”

Frederick fell silent. He had never wanted to get involved, preferring to remain an observer.

But Marguerite’s forlorn expression had tugged at his heartstrings, and more importantly, he found Miley and Robert’s harsh words to Yuna excessive.

To him, ensuring Marguerite’s safety was paramount; the harsh words and public face-slapping were unnecessary. That’s why, at the critical moment, he had publicly promised her a position, just to get her out of there quickly.

Little did he know that Robert had anticipated his promise and even set up a desk in advance.

Once again, Frederick realized he’d fallen into a trap designed by the lovebirds before him.

He reluctantly accepted his fate; after all, he couldn’t be a boss who didn’t keep his word in the eyes of his employees.

Convincing himself this was the right move, he turned to Miley, remembering her relationship with Marguerite in the company, and couldn’t help but ask, “If Marguerite is the executive assistant, what does that make you?”

With a playful grin, Miley quickly ran behind Marguerite and cooed, “Hehe, I’m the assistant to the executive assistant!”

Frederick was both amused and bemused. “Can assistants have their own assistants?”

He couldn’t help but find the situation comical. Turning to Marguerite, his tone unexpectedly held a hint of sourness, “You must have quite the influence.”

Marguerite met his gaze and fell silent. She knew he was always pushing her away and understood he wasn’t genuinely trying to help her.

So why should she stay and be an eyesore?/

Taking a deep breath, Marguerite spoke with neither servility nor overbearing pride, “If you dislike me so much, I’ll just leave. The world is vast; surely there’s a place for me somewhere.”

Although she felt resentful and aggrieved, after dropping that bombshell, she turned resolutely to leave.

Unexpectedly, Frederick blocked her path with his hand.

“What’s your game? Are you always this prickly, or are you just scared of getting too close to someone? What is it? Have you finally decided to run off to Maurice Winston?”