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.

eyes, but other than the back of the man’s head, she couldn’t make out anything

and white, so she couldn’t

the man felt

can recognize him just from the back of his

found Marguerite’s seriousness somewhat

help enhance the photo. Once the

down, we’ll only have the

his clothes, height, and

put into this. I

gratefully, “When I get my paycheck, I’ll treat you

she’d heard the funniest joke, “Don’t kid yourself! You may have married a good man, but you’re still

tension and irritation were somewhat alleviated by

and left, returning to the manor just

usual lavish food was waiting for her, but the greasiness of

the baby needing nutrition, she forced herself to eat a lot,

spectacle left Laverne dumbfounded, “What’s wrong with you? Haven’t you eaten

head, “No, Granny, I’m

slower! Oh

was genuinely concerned that Marguerite might choke

pasta and then stuffed a piece of

meat, completely oblivious to the sauce smeared

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

man gently chided, but Marguerite suddenly

staring blankly, an inexplicable emotion

been much kinder to her recently. If this had happened a few days

her, the more she wanted to keep her