Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 117

Upon hearing the news, Marguerite immediately grabbed the two photos and started inspecting them closely.

Possibly due to the surveillance camera being too far from the scene, the images weren’t clear, with some parts even blurred out.

But Marguerite quickly recognized the location – both pictures were taken at Cedarbrook Street, amidst dilapidated ruins and a few standing buildings.

Among them, the casino run by the Lockwood family was particularly noticeable.

In the first photo, a man stood at the entrance of the casino with his back to the camera, chatting with Yuna and Zoe.

In the other photo, the man was gone, leaving only Ablett and Zoe hailing a taxi on Cedarbrook Street, with Zoe seemingly holding some object.

Marguerite squinted her eyes at the photo, feeling that what Zoe held was her human–skin mask.

Yes!

That’s it!

It was indeed her mask!

However, Marguerite couldn’t link the scenarios in the two pictures together, and had to look at Miley for help.

Miley glanced at Marguerite, then explained, “Both photos were taken on the same day, with no more than ten minutes between them. This means that after the man in the photo went to the casino, Zoe and Ablett left with the skin mask, presumably to find you. So, I suspect that the reason they had you wear the mask is related to this man.”

Upon hearing this, Marguerite immediately picked up the first photo again for a closer look.

than the back of the man’s head, she

footage was in black and white, so

something about the

think you can recognize him just from the back of his

found Marguerite’s seriousness

Once the image is

we narrow it down, we’ll only have the

his clothes, height, and body

put into this. I had to scour the surveillance footage from across the street

gratefully, “When I get my

yourself! You may have married a good man, but you’re still poorer

warmed Marguerite’s heart. Her previous tension and

and left, returning to the manor

lavish food was waiting for her, but the greasiness of the food made her want to throw

baby needing nutrition, she forced herself to eat a lot, stuffing her

Laverne dumbfounded, “What’s wrong

head, “No, Granny, I’m just

slower! Oh

that Marguerite might

plate of pasta and then stuffed a piece of grilled meat into

completely oblivious to the sauce smeared

behavior, unconsciously pulling out a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sauce off

man gently chided, but

him, staring blankly, an inexplicable emotion welling up

much kinder to her recently. If this had happened a few days ago, Marguerite might have been a

now, the nicer he was to her, the more she wanted to keep