The shap qize of this man bore deeply into Margueres e nail hav
i trying to decipher an elusive emotion within her
However, Marguerite was unable to withstand his intense <b>state</b>. He heart pounded in her chest, and she quickly looked away to hide her unease
Important
<b>How </b>could it not be <b>important</b>?
Frederick and Powell’s rtionship had be increasingly strained because of her, and the knew shecked the ability to mend this nift
Her only <b>course </b>of action was tounch the Pr Radiance perfume.
She didn’t want <b>Maunce </b>to encroach on Fredenck’s market, not even if Lucents Informational was just a small subsidiary of hispany She didn’t want thepany to suffer any losses
This was the only thing she could do for Frederick
But facing the man who clearly didn’t love her she had already lost the battle of love
For this reason, her maramal dignity couldn’t be shattered any further
Marguerite grifted her teeth and forced herself to meet Frederick’s gaze, her voice devoid of affection
“Mr. Winston, this isn’t just about you Luxe Scents International isn’t only yourpany”
Marguente pulled her <b>hand </b>from his gnp, picked up an invitation from the trash can, and looked at him again
Tm the project manager for Pr Radiance If Fragrance Finesse gets the upper hand, I’d be failing my team For them, I won’t back down
With that, Marguerite turned around and left, leaving Frederick with the sight of her slender but proud figure
Chuck, who had been watching the scene unfold, was shocked Ever since Marquente returned to thepany, her rtionship with Mr. Winston seemed to be more distant
He nced at Marguente, then at the gloomy–faced Mr Winston, his expression troubled “Mr. Winston, how should we handle this?”
Frederick took a moment to regain hisposure before lighting a cigarette “Let her go”
“Should I arrange for some staff to apany her? She hasn’t dealt with this kind of situation before. I’m <b>afraid </b>she might be overwhelmed”
The smoke from the cigarette framed his handsome face, making him look even <b>colder</b>. He scoffed, his tone filled with mockery. “She won’t leam until she hits a brick wall. This will be a good chance to take her down a notch
Chuck <b>was </b>right. Marguente <b>had </b>never attended an event like the one at the Grandeur Square Mall
The only time she had gone to something simr was at Powell’s birthday party, where Frederick had brought her and things <b>hadn’t </b>ended well.
She didn’t have time to buy a dress, so her secretary, Hannah, rushed home to find a Hepburn style ck dress. The <b>dress </b>entuated Marguerite’s slender legs.
Hannah also put Marguente’s shoulder–length hair into a bun and ced a vintage red <b>hairband </b>on her head. The ensemble indeed gave off an Audrey Hepbur
vibe
However, Marguente still looked unwell, <b>causing </b>Hannah to worry “Ms. Lockwood, are you sure you want to go tonight? You’re not looking so good
Ignoring her concern, Marguente left the office. I’m going to a party, not a battlefield. What could possibly happen?”
“But you’re looking pale. Are you feeling sick?”
if Hannah hadn’t mentioned it, Marguerite would’ve forgotten that she was running a fever.
She touched her forehead and found it to be slightly warm, but she didn’t feel too ill
Til be fine I’m going to talk to Mr Gat and then I’ll be back Keep an eye on the news from Fragrance Finesse for me, and let me know if anything happens.”
Understood
After the conversation, Marguente hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the Grandeur Square Mall
The sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping
The air conditioning in the venue was set cold, and as soon <b>as </b>Marguente entered, goosebumps prickled on her skin, and she had a fit of sneezes.
<b>Fortunately</b>, she quickly found Gamett, who was entertaining a group of potential investors with a ss of champagne in hand.
She watched from a corner, waiting for a chance to approach him when he was alone
Soon, Gat’s phone rang. He nced at it and quickly ended his conversation, heading in a certain direction
Without thinking. Marguente followed him
Gat rounded a corner and was suddenly stopped by a slender arm that tugged at his tie, pulling him into aer
Marguerite quickly halted, and what she saw left her stunned.
Gamett and a voluptuous middle–aged woman were passionately kissing, oblivious to their surroundings.
The blonde hair, the fur cost–it all seemed too familiar
was Liselle, Powell’s legal wife and Maurice’s mother!
age red <b>hairband </b>on her head. The ensemble indeed gave off an Audrey Hepbur
vibe
However, Marguente still looked unwell, <b>causing </b>Hannah to worry “Ms. Lockwood, are you sure you want to go tonight? You’re not looking so good
Ignoring her concern, Marguente left the office. I’m going to a party, not a battlefield. What could possibly happen?”
“But you’re looking pale. Are you feeling sick?”
if Hannah hadn’t mentioned it, Marguerite would’ve forgotten that she was running a fever.
She touched her forehead and found it to be slightly warm, but she didn’t feel too ill
Til be fine I’m going to talk to Mr Gat and then I’ll be back Keep an eye on the news from Fragrance Finesse for me, and let me know if anything happens.”
Understood
After the conversation, Marguente hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the Grandeur Square Mall
The sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping
The air conditioning in the venue was set cold, and as soon <b>as </b>Marguente entered, goosebumps prickled on her skin, and she had a fit of sneezes.
<b>Fortunately</b>, she quickly found Gamett, who was entertaining a group of potential investors with a ss of champagne in hand.
She watched from a corner, waiting for a chance to approach him when he was alone
Soon, Gat’s phone rang. He nced at it and quickly ended his conversation, heading in a certain direction
Without thinking. Marguente followed him
Gat rounded a corner and was suddenly stopped by a slender arm that tugged at his tie, pulling him into aer
Marguerite quickly halted, and what she saw left her stunned.
Gamett and a voluptuous middle–aged woman were passionately kissing, oblivious to their surroundings.
The blonde hair, the fur cost–it all seemed too familiar
was Liselle, Powell’s legal wife and Maurice’s mother!