Chapter 15


    Frederick already had doubts about, Marguerite. Letting her, an uneducated woman, stay at Luxe


    Scents International was already him bending over backwards. Now this woman had the nerve to bring


    up her requirements!


    Frederick’s face was as dark as a thundercloud, making Chuck worry for Marguerite. Seeing this,


    Robert, sensing an impending storm, quickly stepped in to smooth things over, “No problem, it’s just


    amodation. LuxeScents International can handle it.”


    Chuck was scared to death. Frederick’s displeasure was as clear as day. How could Robert keep


    ignoring his anger? If Frederick lost his cool, they would all be in hot water. Chuck quickly sidled over to


    Robert and whispered nervously, “Robert, you forgot, LuxeScents International has no staff


    dormitory…”


    Robert, however, was as cool as a cucumber, waving his hand dismissively and looking at Frederick


    with a smile. “Marguerite’s request isn’t out of line. I trust Mr. Winston’s magnanimity. You won’t turn her


    down.”


    Frederick’s gaze was as threatening as a loaded gun. He turned and sat down in his office chair,


    completely ignoring Robert. “You insisted on keeping her. Her demands are your problem, not mine.


    You deal with it.”


    This man! He kept Marguerite for his own sake! What an ungrateful jerk.


    Marguerite frowned at Frederick, then looked at Robert anxiously. Did he agree or not? At least give a


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    She and her grandma had been kicked out of their cheap rental for not paying rent. If thepany


    couldn’t solve her housing issue, could she muster the courage to ask for an advance on her sry?


    She needed to rent a ce!


    Facing the hard–nosed Frederick, Marguerite knew she couldn’t say much. But what could she do?


    Reality forced her to stand her ground. If she couldn’t solve her basic needs, how could she focus on


    work?


    Marguerite paused, and despite her embarrassment, she tried to speak again, “So…”


    Almost as soon as she opened her mouth, Robert quickly coughed to interrupt her.


    Marguerite’s words got stuck in her throat, and she heard Robert say, “Chuck, take her downstairs to


    handle the paperwork. I’ll take care of the


    rest


    “Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald.” Chuck responded respectfully, then gestured towards the door, “Ms. Lockwood,


    please follow me.”


    Marguerite was confused and lost. This man called “Mr. Fitzgerald” said he would handle it, but did his


    words carry any weight? She could only go with the flow and take it one step at a time. With that in


    mind, she followed Chuck downstairs.


    Once the two were gone, Robert turned to Frederick with a grin, teasing, “You told me to handle it, so


    I’m helping you out this once. If you’re not satisfied, don’te crying to me.”


    Frederick snorted, gave Robert a sidelong nce, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to


    rest, no longer interested in conversation. But what he didn’t know was that a cunning glint shed in


    Robert’s eyes the moment he closed his own, his expression full of hidden meaning.


    This woman Marguerite had a lot of potential, and as Frederick’s friend, it was his duty to take good


    care of his wife.


    Robert didn’t stay long and soon left, while Chuck’s call sessfully connected to the CEO’s office.


    Frederick impatiently activated the speaker, his imperial–like voice came through low and stern,


    “Speak.”


    “Mr. Winston, Marguerite haspleted her paperwork. Do you want her to stay in the design


    department and find a mentor, or should she do misceneous tasks like all the other interns?”


    Frederick furrowed his brow, “No rush. Have her submit a detailed resume first.”


    He had a feeling that the information he investigatedst night was wrong. Marguerite was an


    uneducated woman, but her skills in perfume making were very professional. This woman was


    definitely not simple. Since he had decided to keep her by his side, he needed to figure out everything


    about her.


    “Okay.” Chuck paused, then said, “Mr. Winston, the receptionist just called to say that Yuna is


    downstairs making a fuss to see you. What do you think…”


    Upon hearing Yuna’s name, Frederick’s eyes flew open.


    God. Marguerite’s arrival had thrown all his ns into disarray, and he had overlooked such an


    important woman as Yuna. He hadn’t contacted her since they parted ways yesterday. She must be


    anxious.


    “Bring her up.”


    Soon after, Yuna, led by Chuck, came straight to the top floor and into the CEO’s office. Yuna looked


    around as if she had never seen such a luxurious ce. Seeing her awestruck expression, Chuck


    furrowed his brow.


    Such a woman was the one Mr. Winston had been searching for over ten years? It felt a bit off.


    Chuck pushed open the ss door, about to speak, but Yuna couldn’t wait and pushed past him,


    rushing over to Frederick. She threw herself into his arms, asking, “Frederick, where have you been?


    I’ve missed you. You were all I dreamed aboutst night.”


    The sickeningly sweet voice made Frederick ufortable. His body instinctively wanted to push her


    away, but he didn’t.


    He had always had a question. Why did the scent he smelled on her that night match the scent of the


    perfume Marguerite had made?


    His arm wrapped around Yuna’s waist, Frederick pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to take


    another whiff of her scent. Meanwhile, on


    the other side, Marguerite, resume in hand, followed Chuck’s directions to the CEO’s office. But just as


    she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Frederick hugging a woman–from a distance.


    Marguerite hesitated for a moment, Was that woman his… girlfriend?