Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 300

Three years later.

In the depths of winter.

After a whole night of heavy snowfall, it finally ceased at the break of dawn.

The sun's reflection on the snow made the spacious kitchen, surrounded by windows on three sides, even brighter.

Marguerite's chestnut hair had grown long, cascading over her shoulders like silk. She had to brush it aside while eating, so it wouldn't obstruct her view.

"When are you going to start working at Fragrance Finesse?" Maurice's voice was nonchalant as Marguerite looked up at him, "I'm doing pretty well at LuxeScents International."

Three years ago, she had given birth to twins. The eldest mysteriously disappeared, leaving her and Maurice to raise their daughter Teresa together.

They never got married, maintaining a facade of a couple in front of their daughter, playing their roles with an adult's dignity. But privately, she despised Maurice.

She couldn't understand why he insisted on keeping her around, continuously pushing her to work at Fragrance Finesse.

Of course, Marguerite refused.

LuxeScents International held traces of Frederick, her lost love. Each time she sat in the office, she felt as if he was right there beside her.

She had thought her love for him would fade with time, but it was more like a bottle of aged wine. The longer the time, the richer and more poignant it became.

Marguerite missed him so much that it was killing her, and she dreamt of him every night.

That's why she was determined to stay at LuxeScents International, where she could reminisce about their shared memories.

But with Frederick's departure, LuxeScents International had been in a slump, losing its past glory.

"Except for the CEO position, you can have any position you want at Fragrance Finesse."

Maurice put down his cutlery, looking at Marguerite with an air of superiority.

"For you, work might be a casual choice, but to me, it's a way to prove my abilities. LuxeScents International is my faith, and I won't leave."

Maurice's domineering attitude always reminded her of Frederick.

They shared the same commanding CEO demeanor, yet Frederick respected her dignity.

Maurice glanced at the tablet, "I'll take you to the auction next week."

Marguerite was still fuming and didn't respond to him. She quickly fed her daughter breakfast, then let the maid, Nadine, take Teresa to kindergarten while she headed to work.

Marguerite was inherently a nostalgic person. Even though she had earned some money, she still drove the second-hand car that Jocelyn had left her.

Emerald Meadows wasn't far from the Sapphire Valley Estates. Every time she went to work, Marguerite would intentionally pass by the mansion.

Several times, she saw real estate agents showing people around the mansion. Later, she found out that the owner was trying to sell it, intending to settle down in Vespera. But no one seemed interested in buying the mansion.

The roads were slippery due to the snow, and Marguerite drove slowly.

As she passed Sapphire Valley Estates, she saw the side door of the mansion open, with a few workers inside.

In the distance, she caught a glimpse of a Cullinan parked inside the mansion.

Marguerite's heart skipped a beat, and she slammed on the brakes.