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?

Frederick, the sight of

years,

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

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

jaw clenched so tight that veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes burning

Frederick’s words were terse, the

Frederick’s gaze, only to

knew that today, he might

you for years, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s the importance of

Yuna, was aware

as the only blood relative he

why he risked his life

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

revel in endless wealth and privilege, living a life above

he never imagined that Yuna would play him

had caught him completely

door to the detention center suddenly swung open again. Everyone turned to see Marguerite standing at the entrance, slightly out of breath as if

and his tone was naturally harsh when he saw Marguerite, “Who

out