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.

Chuck's thorough explanation, the atmosphere of the tribe still sent shivers down Marguerite's

maid into the living room, where only three

with golden hair and blue

in the local attire, glittering with

to exchange pleasantries; she rushed to Frederick's side and began frantically checking

to the chief and his wife

was neither angry nor impatient, but filled with

up with tears. "Chuck said you were attacked right after you landed. I wanted to

frowned, annoyed. "Damn Chuck, why did he

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

be sitting here chatting? Indy and Sandra have been waiting for you.

Marguerite notice the man and woman watching her