Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 53

Recently, Yuna had unexpectedly piped down and stopped bugging Marguerite, leaving Marguerite with some much-needed peace.

A few days had passed, and Marguerite had gradually gotten used to the swing of things, working alongside Frederick.

As the big cheese of the Winston Group, Frederick was swamped with work.

His plate was full of managing LuxeScents International, not to mention other businesses like real estate, tourism, IT, and machinery.

The more Marguerite got to know Frederick, the more curious she became.

She's never rubbed shoulders with the filthy rich before, but from TV dramas and novels, she knew that the heirs to conglomerates usually ran the company with their siblings.

But Frederick was a one-man band, whether it's work or personal life.

She had never seen this man have any contact with his family.

When she had time, she even Googled Frederick, but to no avail.

But one thing surprised her. Since her workspace was moved to the CEO's office, her relationship with Frederick had slowly but surely gotten better.

Though there were still some rough patches and friction, at least the number of arguments had decreased.

One afternoon, Frederick was off dealing with company affairs. Marguerite checked the time and gave him a call, hoping he could bring back a bouquet of flowers.

The mysterious stranger had just reconnected with her and brought in the world's top doctor to treat her grandma.

The doctor just returned from abroad and has just taken over her grandma's treatment, so he needed to meet with Marguerite ASAP.

They scheduled the meeting for the next day. Marguerite thought about the musty smell in her grandma's hospital room, so she planned to make a fragrance to freshen up the room.

The phone rang twice, and Frederick picked up quickly. "What's up?"

Marguerite asked gently, "Are you heading back to the office? Could you grab a bunch of roses for me? Purple if possible."

Frederick chuckled.

She was getting more audacious, now even asking him for gifts directly.

"Sure."

Without further ado, Frederick hung up in a hurry, still wearing a smile.

Chuck, the co-pilot, asked confusedly, "Mr. Winston, what's put you in such a good mood?"

Frederick then realized his face was giving him away, he quickly put on a poker face and replied nonchalantly, "No biggie, Marguerite just wants a bunch of purple roses."

Chuck was taken aback.

Roses were common, but purple roses were rare.