Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51 

Frederick signed off on a document, and a hint of contempt flickered across his face. “It’s just a small factory, not worth our attention.” 

Marguerite, as a seasoned perfume blender, had naturally heard of ScentSpirits Ltd. To be honest, ScentSpirits Ltd. didn’t have a great reputation in the industry, especially with frequent accusations of plagiarism and imitation. 

Previously, Marguerite had sent her CV to various perfume companies but had deliberately left out ScentSpirits Ltd. 

Even she, a person with no formal education, looked down on ScentSpirits. How could Frederick possibly care about them? 

Frederick’s confidence gave his employees a sense of security. The employee didn’t say much after hearing his words, just nodded, glanced at Marguerite, and left. 

Before he lost his sense of smell, Frederick used to handle the perfume testing himself. 

Now, he couldn’t smell anything, and this important task naturally fell on Marguerite. 

But she didn’t know about his lost sense of smell and muttered to herself while testing the perfumes: “He’s such a typical businessman, shamelessly exploiting my labor while he lounges on the sofa, catching some rays. What a jerk!” 

Marguerite dipped the test strip into the liquid, sniffed it, and couldn’t help saying, “These perfumes seem pretty average to me, nowhere near as good as my Polar Radiance. I can’t understand why it didn’t even make it past the first round.” 

The man’s voice came from the sofa: “You missed the initial selection deadline; who’s to blame for that?”. 

Marguerite pouted, “I’m not blaming anyone, just expressing an opinion. Is that not allowed?” 

“No.” 

Frederick scolded her seriously, with an air of arrogance about him. 

“What right do you have to express an opinion? I picked your work out of the trash, applied for a patent for you, and put it into production. Who else gets this kind of treatment?” 

Marguerite was taken aback, staring dumbfoundedly at the man’s back, a complex feeling welling up in her heart. 

Realizing he might have frightened the woman in front of him, Frederick sighed a little, his voice lowering: “Marguerite, compared to many people, you’re already very lucky.” 

Marguerite was stunned for a moment. The man in front of her didn’t respect her, but strangely, she didn’t want to lose her temper. 

Even so, there was a hint of warmth in her heart. Her lips unconsciously curled into a smile. 

So in Frederick’s eyes, she was still special to him? 

At least, the perfume she blended was special. 

Otherwise, why would he go through all the trouble to pick out a work that had missed the initial selection and invest heavily in its production? 

Although Marguerite thought the man was arrogant and always annoyed her, she had to admit that his appreciation for her work was unconditional. 

So at least at this moment, Marguerite was full of gratitude for Frederick. 

Marguerite obediently shut her mouth and finished her perfume testing in silence. 

She quickly wrote a perfume test report, intending to hand it to Frederick, only to find that he had fallen asleep. 

The sunlight at five or six o’clock wasn’t as intense as at midday. The warm spots of light fell on his handsome face, making him look charming and peaceful. 

Marguerite put down the report, got a thin blanket, and put it on him.