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 ce? 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 andposed 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 exining it made her feel incredibly uneasy, “I n to
ce 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 cirction in the room.”
Frederick almostughed at Marguerite’s exnation. 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 butugh.
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.
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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 toprehend 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 circte?”
Marguerite tried to exin, “I have the air fresheners that can absorb the methanal!”
Chuck was left speechless by Marguerite’s wed 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 heugh 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 tough at her for
sure.
So, hisment was indeed a bit careless…
Frederick nced 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’tment 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 orter.”
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 topromise, 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 nced 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.”