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!”

in a struggle with

wasted no time. He kicked open the warehouse door, and the light from outside illuminated the darkness, revealing a flurry of moths and bats that fluttered around before disappearing

than before as he

with only

deeper into the warehouse, and as he moved further in, the light grew dimmer. He pulled out

at a vague human shape inside, and Frederick’s heart pounded in

was anxious, thinking, “Oh my

rushed over and opened

and was cold as

was frantic. Then he undid the ropes around her hands and feet, calling

was faint and she remained unconscious, unable to

frail body. Then he gently picked her up. He dashed towards the

just pulled up through the bushes. Sporting

he opened the car door

roared to life as the car

with a string of firecrackers in his hand. He threw them at the car with a

under the car, and Frederick

now, night had fallen, and the dim streetlights illuminated

While gently touching her

felt like a punch to the gut, leaving him with

Who had she offended?

her but to tie her up and abandon her

thought of the beggar in the

Could it be him?

was

in rags. He was probably just a pawn, and there was no way he had anything to

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