Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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?”
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!”