Bride Behind The Mask Novel by Frederick
Chapter 389

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. 

Damn it! How could he laugh at Marguerite in front of Mr. Winston? Even though he was being sarcastic, Marguerite was once Mr. Winston’s woman, and he wouldn’t want anyone to laugh at her for sure. 

So, his comment was indeed a bit careless… 

Frederick glanced at Marguerite, feeling utterly defeated by her logic. Was this how the high-priced formaldehyde elimination team he hired worked? They were messing things up! 

Frederick had intended to take this opportunity to embarrass Marguerite. The words of humiliation had been brewing in his mind. 

However, inexplicably, he found himself unable to bring himself to hurt her. 

This feeling of helplessness reminded him of when he first met Marguerite three years ago.” 

He chose his words carefully and began again, “It’s had been three years, but you have no progress. Didn’t Maurice teach you to do your research before starting a project?” 

Marguerite felt insulted, muttering resentfully, “I didn’t need him to teach me. Besides, what does it have to do with you?” 

I’m your client. Are you saying I can’t comment on your work?” 

Marguerite was taken aback, feeling cornered. 

“Were all your previous clients introduced to you by Maurice? If you rely on men to get things done, you’ll be discarded sooner or later.” 

She had never relied on Maurice! So, there was no question of being discarded or not! 

Couldn’t Frederick just speak nicely? Did he have to embarrass her in front of everyone to feel satisfied? However, it was ultimately her failure to deliver that gave him the upper hand. 

She had no choice but to compromise, although she couldn’t soften her tone, “Then tell me, Mr. Winston, what should I do next?” 

Marguerite’s raised voice filled the room with tension. The workers glanced between Marguerite and Frederick, observing the unfolding drama with interest. 

Frederick, however, withdrew his gaze and started walking downstairs. 

After taking a few steps and noticing that Marguerite wasn’t following him, Frederick stopped and turned to look at her, asking, “What are you waiting for? Come here!” 

Marguerite stared at him. Why was he being so gruff? He hadn’t asked her to follow him! 

But when it came to Frederick, Marguerite was always a pushover. 

So she forced a smile, gritted her teeth and responded, “Certainly, Mr. Winston.”

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