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!”

caught up in a

the darkness, revealing a flurry of moths and bats that fluttered

face was grimmer than before as he called out,

with only

dimmer. He pulled out his phone, using the flashlight to guide his path. Then he noticed a large bag on

bulging bag hinted at a vague human shape inside, and Frederick’s heart pounded in

my God! Could

a second thought, he rushed over and opened the bag. What he saw

barely breathing and was

was frantic. Then he undid the ropes around her hands and feet, calling her name, “Marguerite! Marguerite,

faint and she remained unconscious, unable

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

just pulled up through the bushes. Sporting a new injury on

Marguerite tight as he opened the car door and

and the engine roared to life as the

from somewhere with a string of firecrackers in his hand. He

exploded under the car,

now, night had fallen, and the dim streetlights illuminated Marguerite’s bruised

touching her wounds, his hand was

punch to the gut,

Who had she offended?

only hurt her but to tie

of the beggar in

Could it be him?