Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 637

After a grueling day that had left her brain in a fog, Marguerite's senses snapped to attention when she heard the panicked edge in Zack's voice.

"Don't worry, Zack. I'm on my way!"

She ended the call in a rush, dashed down to the garage, jumped into the first sedan she found, and floored it toward the factory.

A blizzard raged outside, turning what should have been an hour's drive into a two-hour white-knuckle ordeal.

Upon arrival, Marguerite found the factory besieged by fire trucks, their hoses unleashing torrents of water as flames danced menacingly into the night sky—a sight both magnificent and horrifying.

Zack, shivering and disheveled, scrambled toward her. "Ms. Lockwood! It's a disaster! Our entire stock is toast! President Penelope and Mr. Fitzgerald were here, fuming! They're demanding accountability from our plant! Ms. Lockwood, I can't afford this!"

"President Penelope and Mr. Fitzgerald?" Marguerite paused, "Penelope was here?"

"Penelope? I don't know any Penelope! It's the CEO of Poppy Petal Fragrances, Hackett, and his wife!"

Hackett and Penelope! Marguerite scanned the chaos but saw no sign of them, her anxiety spiking. "Where are they?"

"They went in after the fire!"

Marguerite's mind buzzed with alarm.

Relieved, Marguerite handed Penelope a tissue to wipe her face. Once Penelope had regained her composure, she turned to Marguerite. "Why did you come out here?"

Before Marguerite could respond, Hackett's reprimand came crashing down. "She's in charge of the new product line. Who else would come? The fire has destroyed everything, and as the person responsible, Marguerite must bear the full brunt!"

Marguerite paled. The fire was a shock—she had checked the plant thoroughly before leaving, confident that there were no hazards. And with the cold snap, how could a fire start on its own?

Feeling wronged but unable to argue as the project lead, Marguerite swallowed the blame silently.

Zack, seeing her hard work, spoke up timidly in her defense. "Mr. Fitzgerald, I don't believe Ms. Lockwood is at fault. She's diligent and strict with every department. Today, we finally finished production—an exhausting feat. Ms. Lockwood insisted on staying late, just to ensure no mistakes were made. Mr. Fitzgerald, Ms. Lockwood is the most responsible boss I've ever had. This fire—it can't have anything to do with her!"