The sharp gaze of this man bore deeply into Marguerite's eyes, as if he was trying to decipher an elusive emotion within her.
However, Marguerite was unable to withstand his intense stare. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she quickly looked away to hide her unease.
Important.
How could it not be important?
Frederick and Powell's relationship had become increasingly strained because of her, and she knew she lacked the ability to mend this rift.
Her only course of action was to launch the Polar Radiance perfume.
She didn't want Maurice to encroach on Frederick's market, not even if LuxeScents International was just a small subsidiary of his company. She didn't want the company to suffer any losses.
This was the only thing she could do for Frederick.
But facing this man who clearly didn't love her, she had already lost the battle of love.
For this reason, her minimal dignity couldn't be shattered any further.
Marguerite gritted her teeth and forced herself to meet Frederick's gaze, her voice devoid of affection.
"Mr. Winston, this isn't just about you. LuxeScents International isn't only your company."
Marguerite pulled her hand from his grip, picked up an invitation from the trash can, and looked at him again.
"I'm the project manager for Polar Radiance. If Fragrance Finesse gets the upper hand, I'd be failing my team. For them, I won't back down."
With that, Marguerite turned around and left, leaving Frederick with the sight of her slender but proud figure.
Chuck, who had been watching the scene unfold, was shocked. Ever since Marguerite returned to the company, her relationship with Mr. Winston seemed to become more distant.
He glanced at Marguerite, then at the gloomy-faced Mr. Winston, his expression troubled. "Mr. Winston, how should we handle this?"
Frederick took a moment to regain his composure before lighting a cigarette. "Let her go."
"Should I arrange for some staff to accompany her? She hasn't dealt with this kind of situation before. I'm afraid she might be overwhelmed."
The smoke from the cigarette framed his handsome face, making him look even colder. He scoffed, his tone filled with mockery, "She won't learn until she hits a brick wall. This will be a good chance to take her down a notch."
Chuck was right. Marguerite had never attended an event like the one at the Grandeur Square Mall.
The air conditioning in the venue was set cold, and as soon as Marguerite entered, goosebumps prickled on her skin, and she had a fit of sneezes.
Fortunately, she quickly found Garnett, who was entertaining a group of potential investors with a glass of champagne in hand.
She watched from a corner, waiting for a chance to approach him when he was alone.
Soon, Garnett's phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly ended his conversation, heading in a certain direction.
Without thinking, Marguerite followed him.
Garnett rounded a corner and was suddenly stopped by a slender arm that tugged at his tie, pulling him into a corner.
Marguerite quickly halted, and what she saw left her stunned.
Garnett and a voluptuous middle-aged woman were passionately kissing, oblivious to their surroundings.
The blonde hair, the fur coat - it all seemed too familiar.
It was Lisette, Powell's legal wife and Maurice's mother!
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