Chapter 342


    Meanwhile, at LuxeScents International, Marguerite had just clocked in when she received a call from


    Maurice.


    She stared at the caller ID in disbelief for a moment.


    She had been enjoying the peace and quiet with Maurice gone for several days, but this call instantly


    furrowed her brow.


    “What is it?”


    “Come over to Fragrance Finesse.”


    Maurice’s tone was resolute, leaving no room for Marguerite to negotiate.


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    But Marguerite was equally stubborn, refusing outright, “I’m busy.”


    “Busy with what? LuxeScents International hasn’t had a client for several quarters, what could you


    possibly be busy with?”


    Marguerite could hear theughter in Maurice’s voice, which made her even more adverse, “What’s it


    to you? Mind your own business! Frederick’s return must have you on edge, right?”


    This was how Marguerite and Maurice interacted, neither conceding to the other.


    On the surface they appeared courteous and calm, but their conversations were filled with jabs at each


    other’s weak spots.


    Unfazed, Maurice responded, “A potential client wants to coborate with you, but they came to me


    first.”


    Marguerite was taken aback, “Why would theye to you if they wanted to work with me?”


    Mauriceughed, “Who in Stonebridge City doesn’t know that Marguerite is my wife? It would be


    improper to approach you directly, right?”


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    His smugness irked her! He really thought he was some kind of omnipotent CEO, didn’t he? He thought


    he looked cool with his rising inflection, huh?


    His wife? She had never acknowledged that! If it wasn’t for Teresa needing a loving environment to


    grow up in, she would never have allowed the world to believe she and Maurice were a loving couple.


    Marguerite hung up the phone without a word, and Maurice’s text message came through shortly after:


    [You have ten minutes to get here. I presume you wouldn’t want your ex’spany to go bankrupt so


    soon.]


    Marguerite gritted her teeth in anger, but she knew Maurice was right.


    Thepany Frederick left behind couldn’t go bankrupt, so she needed the money. After several


    quarters of losses, she was barely able to pay the wages, these few months she had been relying on


    her own savings to keep thepany afloat.


    She quickly left the office, hopped into her car and sped towards Fragrance Finesse.


    As soon as she parked, she saw Maurice waiting by the elevator, shing her a smile.


    She approached him and asked, “What’s the client’s name?”


    “You’ll find out soon enough.”


    He was still ying coy with her? What a pain!


    Marguerite stared at his smiling face, sensing a deeper, malicious intent.


    Before stepping out of the elevator, Maurice deliberately draped his arm around


    Marguerite’s shoulder. Marguerite shivered, and quickened her pace, sessfully leaving Maurice


    behind.


    Over the past three years, Maurice had often introduced her as his beloved wife at public


    events.


    For the sake of Teresa, she swallowed her words each time. But now that Teresa knew she and


    Maurice were not really a couple, she didn’t feel the need to y along with his charade anymore.


    He wanted to continue presenting her as his loving wife in front of clients? Not a chance!


    Marguerite didn’t even want to pretend anymore.


    From a distance, she could see a man with a muscr build standing in front of the floor–to–ceiling


    windows in Maurice’s office. He was dressed in a ck shirt, his suit jacket draped over his arm, a


    cigarette in his other hand. The man exuded a noble elegance with every move. But he had his back at


    her, preventing Marguerite from seeing his face.


    Yet, Marguerite felt an inexplicable familiarity with the man’s posture and movements.


    Was this the client who wanted to coborate with her?


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    As she approached the office, Marguerite pushed open the door, swiftly introducing herself, “Good


    afternoon, sir. I’m Marguerite. I heard you’re interested in coborating with LuxeScents


    International…”


    Before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off. Because the moment the man turned around,


    she was rooted to the spot, unable to recover for a long time.


    The man was Frederick! Why was he in Maurice’s office?