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.

atmosphere of the tribe still

into the living room, where only three

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

local attire, glittering with gold and exuding

too worried to exchange pleasantries; she rushed to Frederick's side

flushed with embarrassment. He gestured to the chief and his wife before taking Marguerite's

tone was neither angry nor impatient, but filled

with tears. "Chuck said you were attacked right after

did he have to

Was it with a knife or a gun? Don't brush

could I be sitting here chatting? Indy and Sandra have

did Marguerite notice the man and woman watching