Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 242

The day after Marguerite left Jocelyn's apartment, photos of Lisette having an affair were spread online by Miley.

When she tried to get the news on her computer, the entire internet seemed to be in a state of paralysis, completely unresponsive.

Miley quickly sent a few screenshots of the online comments to Marguerite. The internet users were feuding intensely and Marguerite found it rather amusing.

Many people were saying that Maurice managing to establish himself so quickly in Stonebridge City could not only contributed to Powell's support, but also his mother's romantic liaisons.

Marguerite quickly checked the stock market to see Fragrance Finesse Ltd.'s performance. It was miserable with the market value probably going to drop by nearly half.

But the most miserable part of it was Powell being cheated. Once the reputation damaged, even Lisette being the daughter of high society couldn't turn things around.

At lunch, Marguerite went to the company cafeteria and found that everyone was discussing the scandal.

Rumors were that Fragrance Finesse's partnership with Grandeur Square Mall had been terminated. The investors who had previously invested in them were now flocking to LuxeScents International. There was even a foreign mall larger than Grandeur Square Mall seeking to enter the domestic market and wanted to sign an exclusive agreement with LuxeScents International.

As Marguerite ate her lunch, she was secretly delighted. Then she received even better news. Jocelyn sent her a text:

[Marguerite, Powell took me back. My car is parked downstairs, the keys in the shoe cabinet at the entrance. When you have time, come and take it. No need to take the bus anymore.]

The situation was developing in a positive direction. Looking at Jocelyn's words, Marguerite suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.

Lisette had arrogantly chased Jocelyn out of the old house like a victorious general. Seeing Powell take Jocelyn back now, her mood was probably worse than eating a fly.

After lunch, Marguerite returned to her office. She had just sat down when her phone rang.

Never mind. Since he had already traced it back to her, she was too lazy to play games with him. "Who are you? Are you Maurice?"

"What does it matter who I am? I'm telling you, Marguerite, if you insist on doing this, I will make everyone around you leave one by one. Your grandmother, your best friend, even Frederick."

People are always afraid of the unknown, and the mysterious man was just that to Marguerite.

She was in the light while he was in the dark. She had never seen him, didn't know his goals or his thoughts.

Even the matter of him wanting her to marry Frederick, she still didn't understand why.

Thinking about it, Marguerite felt a chill. The mysterious man's voice came through again, "Marguerite, aren't you going to back down?"