Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 456

Half an hour later. The imposing Maybach came to a commanding stop outside a nondescript building on the outskirts of the city–a private detention facility.

The back door was opened respectfully by a bodyguard, and Frederick in a slate–grey suit stepped out without a hint of emotion visible on his face. His eyes shone brightly but betrayed a bloodthirsty cruelty.

Chuck hurried over to report, “Mr. Winston, we’ve apprehended the culprit. We checked his phone–it was clean. It’s likely been tampered with by a hacker. So, there might be someone behind him.”

“Who’s the culprit?”

Frederick’s commanding voice sent a shiver down Chuck’s spine, and he couldn’t help but glance at the sign above the detention center, his face a mix of difficulty and regret as he sighed softly,

“You’ll see for yourself once you go in, Mr. Winston.”

Chuck’s roundabout way of speaking irked Frederick, but he held his tongue and entered with an entourage of bodyguards in tow.

As soon as the door swung open, Frederick caught sight of the handcuffed culprit and his eyes widened in shock.

“Barnes?”

How could it be him?

having betrayed Frederick, the sight of his former master still commanded

been years,

eyes filled with murderous confusion, “You’re the one who hurt

the smile. It had been three years, but the aura Frederick exuded still instilled a touch of

intent seeping into Frederick’s bones, his jaw clenched so tight that veins bulged on his forehead,

terse, the simple question

gaze, only to see

he might

I’ve learned, it’s

Barnes, though often extorting money from Yuna, was

him out in secret. But as the only blood relative he had, Manley held a place in his heart. After

why he risked his life to go

paid him and slept with him, but also because he wanted Manley to become the primary heir of the

in endless wealth and privilege, living a life above

imagined that Yuna would play him for a

him completely

truth, the door to the detention center suddenly swung open again. Everyone turned to see Marguerite standing at the entrance,

on edge, and his tone was naturally harsh

to stay out of it, yet here she was,