Classic Novel
Chapter 539
Chapter 539
Frederick glanced up, his eyes sharp as daggers. Was he peeved because Robert had blabbed, or was it that his own pride had
taken a hit?
Either way, his gaze was intimidating, practically shooting daggers!
Robert couldn’t help but shiver and quickly pulled Miley from behind Marguerite.
The two hightailed it out of there without another word.
In the blink of an eye, the office was left with just Frederick and Marguerite.
Marguerite stood rooted to the spot, while Frederick’s fierce look gradually softened, his eyes leisurely resting on her.
He couldn’t figure out why Marguerite had suddenly grown such a backbone..
She was all bristled up like a kitten in defense mode. It seemed like no matter how he petted her, with the grain or against, she’d bite back.
And if she was unhappy, keeping her around would only make her resent him more.
He’d have to waste time coaxing her again.
But why should he, the mighty CEO of Stonebridge City, the king in Miley’s words, have to pacify her? After all, she was the one who had betrayed him!
Frederick turned his back, hands in pockets, his voice dropping a few degrees of warmth, “I don’t need to give you a trial period, so you can leave now.”
As his words faded, he didn’t expect to hear the sound of a chair wheel dragging behind him.
Turning around, he was taken aback to see Marguerite had already taken her place at her desk, brimming with indignation as she retorted, “Why should I leave? I was hired by Penelope! And if anyone’s going to fire me, it has to be Penelope.”
Frederick looked down at her, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking smile, “You were just a pawn in Yuna’s game, Marguerite. I should remind you, it was me who saved you!”
Marguerite suddenly felt a softness in her ears, unable to come up with a retort.
Why did it feel like he was almost bragging, looking down his nose at her, yet not without a touch of tenderness?
She was struck with a strange illusion… She felt like Frederick didn’t hate her as much as he claimed. He would bicker with her and, albeit reluctantly, would stand up for her, spending a good chunk of his time focused on her.
Did that mean she still held a special place for him?
This feeling was unlike when they had first reunited a month ago when he treated her like a stranger. But now, she could clearly sense a shift in Frederick’s attitude towards her.
A surge of emotion welled up inside her; she clung to this new chance, eager to validate her hunch.
But as she opened her mouth to speak, Frederick, as if preempting her motives, cut her off with a decisive tone, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. I don’t have time for your questions.”
Marguerite bristled, her frown deepening, feeling incredibly stifled.
Damn it! How could he interrupt her when she hadn’t even started to speak? Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
He was so paranoid and autocratic!
Fuming, she turned her head away, defiantly began to organize her desk, and booted up her computer.
Watching her struggle to express her frustration, Frederick felt a childish sense of triumph.
Marguerite was a tough nut to crack, utterly unpredictable. But since she was going to work for him, he didn’t mind taking his time to smooth out her rough edges!