Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 732

The living room was perched atop a stilt house by the lakeshore, one side touching the bank while the other extended into the lake waters.

As the sun dipped westward, crystal lamps along both sides of the shore flickered to life, twinkling in the dusk.

At the lake's center bobbed a rowboat, from which a striking woman stood at the prow, her voice weaving through the air in a melody Marguerite couldn't understand.

Had it not been for the sight of armed patrols meandering through the bushes beneath the stilt house, Marguerite might have mistaken this for a hidden paradise.

But reality was far from it.

The enchanting singer was just a facade; the real story was told by the stern soldiers guarding the area.

of the tribe still

living room, where only three

sat Frederick, alongside a dark-skinned man with golden hair and

attire, glittering with

exchange pleasantries; she rushed to Frederick's side

He gestured to the chief and his wife before taking Marguerite's hand and whispering,

tone was neither angry nor impatient, but filled with tenderness

attacked right after you landed. I wanted to check if you were

annoyed. "Damn Chuck, why did

"Why shouldn't he? You were attacked! Was it with a knife or a gun? Don't brush it off; it must have

"If something had happened to me, how could I be sitting here chatting? Indy and Sandra have been waiting for you. Maybe you

the man and