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.

her eyes, but other than the back of the man’s

was in black and white, so she couldn’t discern the man’s

about the man felt oddly

you can recognize him just from

Marguerite’s seriousness

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

we narrow it down, we’ll only have the

height, and body

no idea how much effort I put into this. I had to

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

married a good man, but you’re still poorer than me! If I have to

previous tension and irritation were somewhat alleviated by Miley’s

stay long and left, returning to the manor just in time

for her, but the greasiness of the food made her

appetite, but thinking of the baby needing nutrition, she forced herself

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

her head, “No,

slower! Oh

genuinely concerned that

pasta and then stuffed a piece of grilled meat into

the meat, completely oblivious to the sauce smeared

slightly at her behavior, unconsciously pulling out a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sauce off her lips. “Slow

man gently chided, but Marguerite

blankly, an