Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 27

A look of surprise clearly flashed across Frederick's handsome face, a slight astonishment flickered in his deep-set eyes.

He smiled, subconsciously stroked Marguerite's soft cheek, "You're not Yuna, then who are you?"

"I am..."

"Alright." Frederick cut off Marguerite's sentence before she could finish it, "Yuna, I've already promised to marry you, I won't break my word."

"Therefore, you don't need to attract my attention by pulling such boring pranks."

Marguerite was left speechless, thinking, “I didn't mean it that way! This guy's imagination is really something else!”

He didn't give her a chance to explain further, as company matters were waiting for him. Frederick quickly drove away. Marguerite sighed, returned to her room, put on her face mask, changed clothes, and then headed to the office.

In the afternoon, at LuxeScents International.

The sun shone brightly in the luxurious CEO's office. Frederick's voice was lazy, deep and pleasant like a cello, "Investigate Yuna's grandmother's whereabouts as soon as possible."

Chuck's hair was neatly styled by hair gel, he bowed his back slightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Winston."

"Also," Frederick suddenly thought of Marguerite. His previously flat gaze became sharper, "Have someone secretly monitor Marguerite's computer. If there are any suspicious emails, let me know immediately."

Chuck was initially taken aback, but quickly understood his boss’s intentions, "Mr. Winston, do you suspect that Marguerite is a spy sent by a competitor?"

Frederick suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze deep as the ocean, "Not just competitors, her identity is suspicious, we must be careful."

He had already investigated Marguerite twice, and although he had obtained some useful information, strictly speaking, he hadn't seen what he wanted to see.

Marguerite was too innocent, an innocence that felt abnormal.

He couldn't believe that a woman with no scheming or blemishes could be his wife.

So, he couldn't let his guard down with Marguerite.

Chuck immediately went to check, half an hour later, he came back with a file.

"Mr. Winston, I just searched Marguerite's computer. She didn't do anything in the morning. She just... looked up some information online."

Frederick's eyes narrowed slightly, "What information?"

Chuck licked his dry lips, tentatively asked, "Mr. Winston, do you need me to read it out?"

The man leaned back in the sofa, an impatient look on his face as he retorted, "Of course."

Chuck was obviously a bit nervous, "Are... you sure?"

"Chuck, if you waste any more time, I'll have the accountant to settle your wages."