Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 12

Frederick didn’t get as pissed as expected. Facing Marguerite’s powerful and logical words, he felt a hint of admiration. He grabbed the perfume on the table with his strong arm and asked coldly, “Did you design this perfume?”

Marguerite nodded without hesitation, “Yes.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

His eyes turned icy in an instant, “You’re lying!”

Investigation from yesterday showed that this woman had low education. How could a woman without higher education possibly design such a unique perfume? That’s pure bullshit!

Marguerite was helpless. She thought this was just a simple interview, but she bumped into a nitpicker. He didn’t ask her any professional questions from start to finish, but kept pestering her about her private life.

“If you’re accusing me of lying, you need evidence. From grinding petals, distilling flower juice, to adjusting proportions, all were done by my own hands. I have no reason to lie.”

Facing her insistence, Frederick felt a hint of annoyance. Why the hell was she being so cocky in front of him? Frederick decided to teach her a

lesson.

“We won’t talk about whether your level of education is enough to design–a perfume. Even if you really have the ability, your perfume only attracts people with its light green color and subtle sparkle. You tried innovating for the sake of innovation, that’s called losing the essence, it will only get you washed out by the market. Sorry, you failed your interview.”

Marguerite didn’t understand why she failed the interview. He didn’t even take a good look at her work!

“Mr. Winston,, don’t accept your one–sided conclusion. You didn’t ask me any professional questions from start to finish, how can you conclude that I don’t have the ability to make perfume? That’s one thing. Second, I didn’t innovate for the sake of innovation. The color of the perfume is entirely due to a special pigment of the flower I used. It’s not my innovation.

Third, I would like to ask, how much higher is your professional level than mine? Can you tell the top, middle, and base notes of this perfume? Do you really understand perfume?”

The employees watched this argument, all sweating bullets. This woman was fierce!

Robert and Chuck exchanged glances in the corner, feeling nervous for Frederick.

As the founder of a perfume company, if it came out that Frederick lost his sense of smell, it would cause a serious crisis of confidence, both internally and among customers. So, his problem with smell was a secret, only known to Robert and Chuck. But now, Marguerite asked Frederick about the smell of the perfume in front of everyone, how could he answer?

Just as Robert was about to step forward to help, a deep and magnetic voice made him stop. “Mint leaves and pear are the top notes, mandrake and jasmine are the middle notes. The base notes are musk and raspberry. Did I get it wrong? And one more thing I need to remind you, I’m the founder of LuxeScents International. Your fate is in my hands! You have no right to argue with me.”

After Frederick finished speaking, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Because he suddenly realized that the base note of this perfume was so similar to the scent he smelled at the hotel that night!

Was the scent he smelled that night not an illusion? But how could this scent possibly be blended by Marguerite?