Bride Behind The Mask Novel by Frederick
Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Teresa had just stepped into the mansion, leaving the front door slightly ajar.

As Marguerite walked in, she immediately spotted Janie, who was waiting for Maurice.

Back when Maurice was still known as Steven, Janie was his medical assistant.

Upon Maurice revealing his identity and taking over the Winston Group, it was only natural that Janie would become his personal assistant.

Witnessing all of Maurice’s dirty deeds, Marguerite naturally had no good impression of her.

“Madam, I’m here to see Mr. Winston.”

Marguerite did not respond, silently moving past Janie and heading towards the staircase.

At this moment, Maurice entered the house. Seeing this, Janie immediately reported, “Mr. Winston, Fre…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Maurice quickly shot Janie a look. His gaze fell on Marguerite’s retreating figure, then he lowered his eyes and voice, whispering with Janie.

Marguerite stood by the staircase.

Had Janie been about to say “Frederick”? But she hadn’t heard anything. Were they planning to do something to Frederick again?

But weren’t Frederick and Maurice currently partners? Their secretive behavior was suspicious.

Marguerite shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it. After all, it was a matter between the brothers. She couldn’t interfere.

Meanwhile, at Sapphire Valley Estates.

Snow began to fall outside the study window. It wasn’t heavy, but it carried a hint of chill.

Frederick, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with a lit cigar, blended his silhouette with the snowy scenery, creating a lonely atmosphere.

His handsome figure was accentuated by the thought of Marguerite appearing in the restaurant, Maurice peeling shrimp for her and putting his jacket on her. His heart was more restless than ever. But he didn’t believe it was love, just nauseating!

“Has the formaldehyde removal begun?” He suddenly asked in a cold voice.

Chuck quickly responded, “Yes, Marguerite has been on the site for the past few days.”

Extinguishing his cigar, Frederick turned around, “I’ll inspect the progress tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll let Marguerite know.”

“No need.”

Chuck paused, “Mr. Winston, are you planning a…….

surprise inspection?”

“Yes.” Frederick responded simply, his sharp features half-hidden in shadow, giving him a profound aura.

Seeing Mr. Winston’s expression, Chuck fell silent. It seemed like Mr. Winston was out to pick a fight. Marguerite, you’d better pray for luck!

The next day, on the construction site.

Marguerite, wearing a hard hat and blue overalls, was bustling about the site.

The workers were also enthusiastically carrying out their tasks under her direction.

*Keep up the good work, everyone! Once we install these last few exhaust fans, we’re done for the day.” Marguerite encouraged the workers. Several young men immediately began to move a large exhaust fan.

But the site supervisor grumbled discontentedly, “Ms. Lockwood, these high-powered fans are usually installed in large halls on the first floor. Mr. Winston’s project is a high-end residential

area!”

Upon hearing this, the young men halted their work.

“Yeah, Ms. Lockwood, if every household installs such a big exhaust fan, it’s a bit… tacky…

“If we have to remove them later, the walls will be full of holes. The decorators will have to redo their work. Then we’ll have to remove the formaldehyde again! It’s a vicious cycle!

Marguerite was at a loss. Her specialty was perfume creation and she had indeed developed a formaldehyde-removing fragrance.

But Frederick had only given her a week to remove the formaldehyde. No matter how good her product was, it was impossible to complete the task in such a short time.

That’s why she had thought of using exhaust fans.

The workers started discussing among themselves, questioning Marguerite’s competence.

They were questioning about Marguerite’s decision, leaving her feeling quite beaten down.

In the midst of the chaos, a commanding voice suddenly rang out, “What’s going on?”