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 surveillance footage was in black and

about the man felt

recognize him just from the back of

Marguerite’s seriousness somewhat

friend abroad to help enhance the photo. Once the image is clearer, we can

after we narrow it down,

height, and

no idea how much effort I put into this. I had to scour the surveillance footage from

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

as if she’d heard the funniest joke, “Don’t kid yourself! You may have married a good man, but you’re still poorer than me!

tension and irritation were

left, returning to the manor

waiting for her, but the greasiness of the food

of the baby needing nutrition, she forced herself to eat

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

her head, “No, Granny, I’m just

slower! Oh my

genuinely concerned that

then stuffed a

oblivious to the

a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sauce off her lips. “Slow down, no one’s

chided, but Marguerite suddenly

blankly, an inexplicable