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.

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

in black and white,

the

can recognize him just from the back of

Marguerite’s seriousness somewhat

photo. Once the image is clearer,

narrow it down, we’ll only have the

his clothes, height, and body

idea how much effort I put into this. I had to scour the surveillance footage from across the street from your

hand gratefully, “When I get my paycheck, I’ll treat

may have married a good man, but you’re still poorer

previous tension and irritation were somewhat alleviated

and left, returning to the manor just

was waiting for her, but the greasiness of the food made her

thinking of the baby needing nutrition, she forced herself to eat a lot, stuffing her

“What’s wrong with you? Haven’t you eaten

her head, “No,

slower! Oh my

that Marguerite might

and then stuffed a piece of grilled meat into her

chewed on the meat, completely oblivious to

frowned slightly at her behavior, unconsciously pulling out a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sauce off her lips. “Slow down, no one’s going to snatch your

man gently chided,

to him, staring blankly, an inexplicable emotion welling up