Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 117

Upon hearing the news, Marguerite immediately grabbed the two photos and started inspecting them closely.

Possibly due to the surveillance camera being too far from the scene, the images weren’t clear, with some parts even blurred out.

But Marguerite quickly recognized the location – both pictures were taken at Cedarbrook Street, amidst dilapidated ruins and a few standing buildings.

Among them, the casino run by the Lockwood family was particularly noticeable.

In the first photo, a man stood at the entrance of the casino with his back to the camera, chatting with Yuna and Zoe.

In the other photo, the man was gone, leaving only Ablett and Zoe hailing a taxi on Cedarbrook Street, with Zoe seemingly holding some object.

Marguerite squinted her eyes at the photo, feeling that what Zoe held was her human–skin mask.

Yes!

That’s it!

It was indeed her mask!

However, Marguerite couldn’t link the scenarios in the two pictures together, and had to look at Miley for help.

Miley glanced at Marguerite, then explained, “Both photos were taken on the same day, with no more than ten minutes between them. This means that after the man in the photo went to the casino, Zoe and Ablett left with the skin mask, presumably to find you. So, I suspect that the reason they had you wear the mask is related to this man.”

Upon hearing this, Marguerite immediately picked up the first photo again for a closer look.

back of the man’s head, she couldn’t make

surveillance footage was in black and white, so

something about the man felt

can recognize him just from the

found Marguerite’s seriousness somewhat

help enhance the photo. Once the image is clearer, we can narrow down

we narrow it down, we’ll

his clothes, height, and

a big gulp of water, “You have no idea how much effort I put into this. I had to scour

get

man, but you’re still poorer

blunt words warmed Marguerite’s heart. Her previous tension and irritation were somewhat alleviated by Miley’s

long and left, returning to the manor just in time

usual lavish food was waiting for her, but the

needing nutrition, she forced herself to

dumbfounded, “What’s wrong with you? Haven’t you

her head, “No, Granny,

slower! Oh my

genuinely concerned that Marguerite might choke

stuffed a piece

completely oblivious to the sauce

pocket to wipe the sauce

chided,

to him, staring blankly, an inexplicable emotion welling up in