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!”

in a struggle with the

light from outside illuminated the darkness, revealing a flurry of moths and bats that fluttered around before disappearing into the

grimmer than before as he called out,

with only his

dimmer. He pulled out his phone, using the flashlight to guide

shape inside, and Frederick’s heart pounded in his

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

he rushed over and opened the

was barely breathing and was cold as

ropes around her

faint and she remained unconscious, unable to hear his

draping it over Marguerite’s frail body. Then he gently picked her up. He

through the bushes. Sporting a new injury on his

as he opened

the engine roared to life

firecrackers in his hand. He threw them at the car with a manic grin on his

under the car,

had fallen, and the dim

gently touching

the gut, leaving

Who had she offended?

not only hurt her but to tie her up and abandon her in

thought of the beggar

Could it be him?