Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 15

Frederick already had doubts about Marguerite. Letting her, an uneducated woman, stay at LuxeScents International was already him bending over backwards. Now this woman had the nerve to bring up her requirements!

Frederick's face was as dark as a thundercloud, making Chuck worry for Marguerite. Seeing this, Robert, sensing an impending storm, quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "No problem, it's just accommodation . LuxeScents International can handle it."

Chuck was scared to death. Frederick's displeasure was as clear as day. How could Robert keep ignoring his anger? If Frederick lost his cool, they would all be in hot water. Chuck quickly sidled over to Robert and whispered nervously, "Robert, you forgot, LuxeScents International has no staff dormitory..."

Robert, however, was as cool as a cucumber, waving his hand dismissively and looking at Frederick with a smile. "Marguerite's request isn't out of line. I trust Mr. Winston's magnanimity. You won't turn her down."

Frederick's gaze was as threatening as a loaded gun. He turned and sat down in his office chair, completely ignoring Robert. "You insisted on keeping her. Her demands are your problem, not mine. You deal with it."

This man! He kept Marguerite for his own sake! What an ungrateful jerk.

Marguerite frowned at Frederick, then looked at Robert anxiously. Did he agree or not? At least give a clear answer!

She and her grandma had been kicked out of their cheap rental for not paying rent. If the company couldn't solve her housing issue, could she muster the courage to ask for an advance on her salary? She needed to rent a place!

Facing the hard-nosed Frederick, Marguerite knew she couldn't say much. But what could she do? Reality forced her to stand her ground. If she couldn't solve her basic needs, how could she focus on work?

Marguerite paused, and despite her embarrassment, she tried to speak again, "So..."

Almost as soon as she opened her mouth, Robert quickly coughed to interrupt her.

Marguerite's words got stuck in her throat, and she heard Robert say, "Chuck, take her downstairs to handle the paperwork. I'll take care of the rest."

"Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald." Chuck responded respectfully, then gestured towards the door, "Ms. Lockwood, please follow me."

Marguerite was confused and lost. This man called "Mr. Fitzgerald" said he would handle it, but did his words carry any weight? She could only go with the flow and take it one step at a time. With that in mind, she followed Chuck downstairs.

Once the two were gone, Robert turned to Frederick with a grin, teasing, "You told me to handle it, so I'm helping you out this once. If you're not satisfied, don't come crying to me."

Frederick snorted, gave Robert a sidelong glance, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, no longer interested in conversation. But what he didn't know was that a cunning glint flashed in Robert's eyes the moment he closed his own, his expression full of hidden meaning.