Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 389

The voice came from behind, so familiar that Marguerite knew it was Frederick without having to turn around.

Marguerite felt exceptionally unlucky. Out of all the times he could have chosen to show up, he had to pick the moment when everyone was questioning her.

Knowing Frederick and his relentless pursuit of perfection, he was sure to criticize her mercilessly. Marguerite took a deep breath, bracing herself for the impending scolding.

Seeing Frederick's arrival, the site supervisor hurried up to him, "Mr. Winston, you're finally here! Please tell us what you think of this heavy-duty extractor fan on the wall. Isn't it a bit out of place? I've been questioning Ms. Lockwood's decision for days, but she won't listen!"

Frederick strolled over to Marguerite, turning to look at her with a calm and composed expression.

Marguerite met his icy gaze without a word.

"What's the point of installing an extractor fan?"

This wasn't Marguerite's area of expertise, so explaining it made her feel incredibly uneasy, "I plan to place air fresheners, which are also formaldehyde eliminators, in each room. Then, if we close the windows and turn on the extractor fan, it could speed up the air circulation in the room."

Frederick almost laughed at Marguerite's explanation. Suppressing his amusement, he countered, "Close the windows and turn on the extractor fan?"

Marguerite wasn't sure what she had said wrong, and she nodded sullenly.

Chuck, standing behind them, couldn't help but laugh.

Marguerite was utterly confused. Since she started work today, she had been questioned from all sides, but no one had told her what she was doing wrong.

Her rising frustration was evident in her voice as she asked, "What's wrong with what I'm doing?"

"You're creating a death trap, do you know that?" Frederick scoffed.

"Where's the death trap?"

Frederick was taken aback, unable to comprehend how Marguerite could be so obtuse.

"Marguerite," Chuck interjected, "let's set aside the issue with the extractor fan for a moment. If you close the windows, how is the air supposed to circulate?"

Marguerite tried to explain, "I have the air fresheners that can absorb the methanal!"

Chuck was left speechless by Marguerite's flawed reasoning. He nodded and gave Marguerite a thumbs-up, "Brilliant! Truly brilliant, Marguerite! You are absolutely entertaining!"

Hearing this, Frederick's gaze turned icy, fixing Chuck with a lethal stare. Chuck felt a chill run down his spine. Mr. Winston's gaze was like a loaded gun, ready to riddle him with holes.