Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 577

The two kiddos happily reached an agreement, clutching their kofiendly smartwatches as they hailed a

cab to Thunderbolt Enterprises

At that moment, Frederick had just finished a session with his thereoret

Once Robert had left the room, Jocelyn pulled out a stack of contacts and handed them over to

Frederick, letting out a long, relieved sigh

“You’re finally back. These are the contracts I’ve been hammering out with our canners over the past

few days. Take a look. I’m getting on in years, I can’t keep up with the rat race at the corporation.

So, how’s Marguerite doing at Poppy Petal Fragrances? Anything new with the family lately?” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

In an instant, Frederick’s gaze turned icy cold, a flash of anger passing through his eyes at the mention

of Marguerite.

He said nothing, but the subtle changes in his facial expressions spoke volumes to Jocelyn.

“Is it a tiff or a full-blown row this time? Powell mentioned that the Fitzgeralds want you to marry Yuna.

Is that what’s caused the rift?”

Frederick’s voice lowered, a shadow of menace crossing his face, ‘She’s inconsequential so we don’t

have all that drama. You’re reading too much into it.”

Jocelyn smiled gently, knowing all too well that her son was famously stubborn, and teased him,

“Sounds like you’re planning to avoid Poppy Petal Fragrances from now on? So I can take my glorious

retirement and rest easy at home?”

Frederick’s hand, flipping through the documents, paused. The thought of Manley’s behavior that

morning made him seethe with fury! Marguerite had the audacity to lay a hand on his son?

That was something he could not, would not tolerate! Yet deep down, the idea of leaving Poppy Petal

Fragrances felt like a decision he couldn’t quite commit to

He continued to peruse the papers nonchalantly, his tone neutral, betraying no emotion, “We’ll talk after

the new project wraps up.”

Jocelyn’s eyes twinkled knowingly. She asked, “So, I take it that means I’m still needed at the

corporation?”

“Mhr.”

Jocelyn’s smile broadened “Frederick, you’ve always been so decisive. When did you start waffling? If

I’m not mistaken, the production line issues are hardly something that requires your direct attention,

right?”

Confronted with his mother’s soul-searching question, Frederick grew restless and agitated.

He wanted to run from all the things that unsettled him, but Jocelyn wasn’t about to give him that

chance.

He set down the paperwork, and his cool composure finally cracked, showing a visible hint of

annoyance as he called out impatiently, “Mom!”

Jocelyn, ever the doting mother, gently patted his shoulder, not pressing any further, “Alright, alright, I’ll

drop it.”

As Jocelyn chuckled, Chuck entered the room, bowing slightly with respect, “Young master, and my

lady, Hayes and Teresa have arrived.”

No sooner had Chuck finished speaking than Teresa ran out from behind him, launching herself into

Frederick’s arms, clutching at his sleeve in a desperate explanation, “Hayes’ daddy, you have to listen

to me! You’ve got it all wrong about Mommy! Hayes and I went to ask Manley, and he said Mommy hit

his head and made him see stars! But there’s not a scratch on his head! You have to believe me,

Hayes’ daddy! Mommy’s really been misunderstood!”

The little girl was like a firecracker, her tiny voice popping out in rapid succession. But without providing

the full context, she only managed to confuse Frederick and Jocelyn further.

Jocelyn quickly soothed Teresa’s head, speaking softly, “Take it easy, tell us slowly. What exactly

happened?”

Teresa poured out all the critical details, but she just couldn’t fathom why Frederick and Jocelyn just

couldn’t understand.

Anxious and frustrated, she blinked her large eyes and stomped her feet in distress.

Hayes, seeing her agitation, quickly extended his small, plump hand forward, pointing to the

smartwatch on his wrist and blurted out, “Recording! We have a recording!”