Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 39

Marina Shores Village was just an hour’s drive away from Stonebridge City, tucked away in the countryside. But Frederick, with his foot heavy on the gas, made it there in less than half an hour.

By sunset, the village was filled with the salty, fishy scent of the sea breeze.

Robert held his breath, but Frederick’s was dark and grim. His gaze landed on an old, dilapidated warehouse surrounded by thorny bushes.

Wincing through the pain, Frederick pushed his way through the bushes, heading straight for the warehouse pinpointed in Google Maps.

Each step he took felt heavier than the last.

The stench from the surrounding dump was so bad that it had Robert following behind him sneezing like crazy.

With his nose covered, Robert could barely hide his anger. “Who on earth did Marguerite piss off? Who would go so far as to dump her here? This is just sick!”

Just then, there was a shabby and dirty beggar, and his hair was all over the place. He sat in the pile of garbage gnawing on moldy bread. Seeing Frederick and Robert approaching, he picked up a steel pipe and began to menacingly stride towards them.

“This is my turf. Who the hell are you guys?”

Robert was taken aback. “Is this guy out of his mind?”

Before he had even finished his sentence, the beggar was swinging the steel pipe at them. Frederick dodged swiftly. Caught off guard, Robert was forced to block the incoming pipe with his hand.

Frederick shot a glance at the situation. “You handle this guy, and I’ll go find Marguerite!”

With pressure mounting, Robert was livid. “Frederick, make it quick! This guy is stronger than he looks!”

Robert was caught up in a struggle with

and the light from outside illuminated the darkness, revealing a flurry

face was grimmer than before as he called

with

into the warehouse, and as he moved further in, the light grew dimmer. He pulled out his phone, using the flashlight to guide his path.

human shape inside,

was anxious, thinking, “Oh my God! Could Marguerite

he rushed over and opened the bag. What he saw

and

her hands and feet, calling her name, “Marguerite! Marguerite,

she remained unconscious, unable to

frail body. Then he gently

Cullinan car had just pulled up through the bushes. Sporting a new injury on his face, Robert shouted, “Get in,

opened

the engine roared to life as the car kicked

of firecrackers in his hand. He

under the car,

fallen, and the dim streetlights illuminated Marguerite’s bruised and

gently touching her wounds, his hand

a punch to the gut, leaving

Who had she offended?

had the audacity to not only hurt her but to tie her up and abandon

of the

Could it be him?