Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 545

At her words, Frederick’s face darkened. He asked, “Are you telling me the scent of this blush is identical to Polar

Radiance?”

Marguerite, puzzled, nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, that’s right!”

What was so surprising about that?

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but Frederick’s expression grew stormier by the second. His breath was

hot on Marguerite’s face as he declared with an air of

righteousness, “Absolutely not!”

Marguerite was taken aback, her heartbeat halting abruptly. She instinctively leaned back, swiftly breaking free

from his embrace.

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“Why not?”

Why not, indeed? It was all because subconsciously, he believed Polar Radiance was a scent that belonged solely to

him.

He was the only one who should be enveloped by its fragrance, wanting selfishly to claim it as his own. He

straightened up, his gaze piercing and fierce, “No reason needed. I do not approve of this plan.”

Marguerite was flabbergasted. Why would he disapprove outright?

When Polar Radiance was set to launch, the anticipation had been palpable!

Now that she was incorporating its formula into a blush, it was bound to be the season’s blockbuster product.

Yet he had dismissed her plan without a second thought, without even a semblance of an explanation.

Marguerite was fuming. “Frederick, can you stop being so irrationally decisive for once? Even if you reject my

proposal, at least give me a reason!”

“Marguerite, do you intend to rehash the same old dish until it’s burnt out? Have you exhausted all your creativity

that you can’t come up with any new scents?”

Marguerite was stunned by the insult, his reaction seemingly over the top.

She stood up abruptly, and though shorter than his jawline, her presence was commanding as she retorted, “I’m

the designer, you’re in distribution! Since when do you have the right to dictate what goes into the fragrance

formula?”

Caught up in his fervor, Frederick blurted out, “This scent is mine, and I will not allow you to sell it in such a

manner.”

It was rare for the man to lose his composure, but his vulnerability in that moment left

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Marguerite frozen in place, unable to come to terms with his reaction.

If Polar Radiance meant so much to him, how had he survived those three years at Vespera?

Was it Polar Radiance he cared about, or was it her?

Marguerite had no clue.

She composed herself, her tone softening but still edged with defiance, “I created the perfume. When did it

become yours?”

“Do I need to remind you that I bought the rights to Polar Radiance three years ago?”

“The rights were purchased by LuxeScents International! And LuxeScents International is no longer yours!”

Their words flew like rapid gunfire, and Marguerite’s last statement plunged them both into silence.

Frederick, agitated, lit up a cigarette and took drag after drag.

Perhaps he was inhaling too fiercely, his throat growing parched while his nose tingled with a barely perceptible

sourness.

Indeed. LuxeScents International was no longer his empire.

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