Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 49

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.

Marguerite walked into the CEO's office carrying a cardboard box, with Frederick and Robert chit-chatting by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, Marguerite's here," Chuck said, gently knocking on the door, a smile on his face.

The two men turned around at the sound of his voice, their gaze falling on a silent and expressionless Marguerite behind the large box, which made the woman look even more petite and fragile.

"Mr. Winston, where do you think would be a suitable place to set up her workstation?"

Marguerite looked around, the CEO's office was as stylish as an art gallery. Despite it being spacious, the placement of each table, chair, and decor was meticulously designed.

The entire office was harmonious, so setting her workstation anywhere would disrupt the aesthetic.

Robert, who seemed prepared, pointed to the side of Frederick's desk and said, "Over there! Let her work there!"

Marguerite's eyes bulged out, looking at Robert in confusion.

Was he nuts?

He wanted her to share a desk with Frederick.

This was way too close for comfort!

Frederick glanced at the woman, her obvious resistance darkening his expression and making him look somewhat irritated.

He lightly touched his lips, his voice deep and captivating. "The desk's too small, too cramped."

Robert ignored him, went ahead, and started clearing stuff off the desk. "What do you mean, too small? Marguerite doesn't have that much stuff, just a computer will do!"

Having cleared a large chunk of space, he turned to Chuck and commanded, "Chuck, go fetch a chair from the supply room."

It was clear to anyone what Robert was up to, he was trying to pair Marguerite and Frederick up. How could Chuck not know?

After spending some time with her, Chuck was quite fond of Marguerite.

Marguerite was way more efficient than Yuna.

So, Chuck was in high spirits, and before Frederick could even say anything, he happily responded, "On it!"

He quickly pulled over a swivel chair, completely ignoring the opinions of the two involved, and directly asked Robert, "Mr. Fitzgerald, where do you think this chair should go? Same side as Mr. Winston or opposite?"

Robert tested out the chair's position himself, finally deciding, "Opposite!"