Marguerite was still pissed, she even skipped breakfast and hopped on a bus to work.
She wanted to avoid any direct contact with Frederick, his very sight was irritating.
She buried herself in work until Frederick arrived at the CEO’s office.
Even though the development of Polar Radiance perfume was on track, she didn’t have a lot on her plate.
But to avoid Frederick, Marguerite kept herself busy even when there was nothing to do, trying to give off a “I’m so busy, don’t disturb” vibe.
Robert Fitzgerald, who was there to counsel Frederick, could easily see the tension between the two. There was no need to be a rocket scientist to figure out they had a row.
He wanted to mediate but seeing both were pissed at each other, he knew any meddling would only backfire, so he decided to back off for now.
By noon, a text message from Miley gave Marguerite a glimmer of hope.
When she finally had a valid excuse to leave, with a simple, “I’m going to eat,” she got up and left the office in a hurry, without even looking back.
Watching Marguerite’s retreating figure, Robert couldn’t help but ask, “Your lovely wife is mad, why don’t you apologize?”
Frederick’s long fingers were quickly tapping on the keyboard, and he scoffed, “What’s it to me?”
Robert rolled his eyes.
Frederick, what an arrogant man.
He’d been stealing glances at her numerous times, did he think he had not noticed?
Shaking his head, Robert grabbed a bottle of soda water from the fridge and stood by the floor–to–ceiling window to drink.
Outside the window, a familiar figure crossed the road and headed straight for a BMW.
Robert squinted at the figure, swallowed hard, and quickly reported to Frederick, “Frederick, your wife seems to have gotten into a luxury car.”
He pointed to the scene outside the window.
Frederick’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
Didn’t she say she was going to eat?
Why was she in a luxury car?
He stood up and walked to the window, following the direction Robert pointed.
From the 25th floor CEO’s office, everyone below looked tiny like dust, but Frederick recognized Marguerite.
At this moment, someone stepped out of the driver’s seat of a BMW. This person was wearing a baseball cap, making it difficult to discern the gender, but this person waved enthusiastically to Marguerite.
Frederick tightly clenched his lips, his white teeth bared in a menacing expression. His eyes were as sharp as a cheetah’s, locked onto Marguerite, piercing like he was fixating on prey.
Robert quickly grabbed two high–powered binoculars from the bookshelf and handed them to Frederick, “Check who that is. Who’s got the nerve to flirt with your wife?!”
Seeing Robert’s urgency, Frederick felt even more uncomfortable.
Why should he care who picked up Marguerite? It felt like he cared about this woman.
He wouldn’t do such a humiliating thing.
But as a CEO, suspecting his wife of infidelity, how could he sit back and do nothing?
He had to find out.
With this in mind, Frederick grabbed the binoculars and started scanning the roadside.
Meanwhile, Chuck who had come to report work saw the most unforgettable scene of his life.
By the window, two men, each nearly two meters tall, each with a pair of binoculars, slightly bent over, their faces almost sticking to the glass window, seemingly observing something.
Their movements were incredibly synchronized, from behind, it was a hilarious sight.
“Wow, Frederick, look, they’re hugging. Did we see it wrong? That person is wearing tight clothes and shorts, her legs are so white, it’s a woman, right? Frederick! It’s a woman. it’s a woman! She’s got boobs!”
Having figured out the truth, Robert put away his binoculars, only to see Frederick still scanning the roadside like a radar, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Frederick’s current demeanor was a far cry from his usual serious and strict image, it even made him look a bit childish.
He crossed his arms and couldn’t help smiling. “Didn’t you say she has nothing to do with you? That’s quite a quick change.”
Hearing this, Frederick put down the binoculars, stood straight, and looked coldly at Robert, “You asked me to look.”
Frederick, feeling agitated, tossed the binoculars to Robert and turned around, only to see Chuck gazing at him with an odd expression in his eyes.
Chuck’s expression was priceless at the moment.
“When did you come in?”
“Not long ago.” Chuck scratched his head, then hurriedly put on a flattering smile, “Mr. Winston, don’t worry, I won’t say a word. No, I didn’t see anything.”