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

and white, so

the man

recognize him just from the back of his

found Marguerite’s seriousness

a friend abroad to help enhance the photo. Once the image is clearer,

unhappily, “Even after we narrow it down, we’ll only have the back of a

have his clothes, height, and body

big gulp of water, “You have no idea how much effort I put into this.

I get my paycheck, I’ll treat

may have married a good man, but you’re still poorer than me! If I have to wait for you to treat me to a drink, I’ll be

previous tension and irritation

left, returning to the manor just in time for

her, but the greasiness of the food made her want to throw

nutrition, she forced herself

wrong

her head, “No,

slower! Oh my

genuinely concerned that Marguerite

finished a plate of pasta and then stuffed a piece

on the meat, completely oblivious to the

his pocket to wipe the sauce off her lips. “Slow down, no one’s going to

gently chided, but

staring blankly, an

If this had happened a few days ago, Marguerite might have been a

to her, the more she wanted to keep