Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 39

Marina Shores Village was just an hour’s drive away from Stonebridge City, tucked away in the countryside. But Frederick, with his foot heavy on the gas, made it there in less than half an hour.

By sunset, the village was filled with the salty, fishy scent of the sea breeze.

Robert held his breath, but Frederick’s was dark and grim. His gaze landed on an old, dilapidated warehouse surrounded by thorny bushes.

Wincing through the pain, Frederick pushed his way through the bushes, heading straight for the warehouse pinpointed in Google Maps.

Each step he took felt heavier than the last.

The stench from the surrounding dump was so bad that it had Robert following behind him sneezing like crazy.

With his nose covered, Robert could barely hide his anger. “Who on earth did Marguerite piss off? Who would go so far as to dump her here? This is just sick!”

Just then, there was a shabby and dirty beggar, and his hair was all over the place. He sat in the pile of garbage gnawing on moldy bread. Seeing Frederick and Robert approaching, he picked up a steel pipe and began to menacingly stride towards them.

“This is my turf. Who the hell are you guys?”

Robert was taken aback. “Is this guy out of his mind?”

Before he had even finished his sentence, the beggar was swinging the steel pipe at them. Frederick dodged swiftly. Caught off guard, Robert was forced to block the incoming pipe with his hand.

Frederick shot a glance at the situation. “You handle this guy, and I’ll go find Marguerite!”

With pressure mounting, Robert was livid. “Frederick, make it quick! This guy is stronger than he looks!”

Robert was caught up in

and the light from outside illuminated the darkness, revealing a flurry of moths and bats that fluttered around before

grimmer than before as he

was eerily silent, with only his anxious echo

into the warehouse, and as he moved further in, the light grew dimmer. He pulled out his phone, using the flashlight to guide his path. Then

hinted at a vague human shape inside, and

thinking, “Oh my God! Could Marguerite be in

over and opened the bag. What he saw

and was cold

frantic. Then he undid the ropes around her hands and feet, calling her name, “Marguerite! Marguerite,

faint and she remained unconscious, unable to hear his desperate

frail body. Then he gently picked her

the bushes. Sporting a new injury on his face, Robert

held Marguerite tight as he opened the

the engine roared

string of firecrackers in his hand.

the car, and Frederick instinctively covered Marguerite’s

dim streetlights illuminated

at her face. While gently touching her wounds, his

punch to the gut,

Who had she offended?

but to tie her up and abandon her in

the beggar in

Could it be him?

was

just a pawn, and there was no way he had anything to do with

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