Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 202

An hour later Marina Shores Village

Graceful Light Chapel nestled halfway up StarGaze Sunimit Frederick parked his car at the open our parking lot at the base of the hill, and then procedeti on fam The hill wasn’t high, and after a short walk, the small chapel came into view.

The steps leading up to it were covered in moss, and the sign hanging above the entrance was wom and weathered from years of exposure to the detents At first sight, Frederick felt a strange sense of familiarity with the chapel.

This feeling was ofte unexpected, given that he had never been hem before, not even during the fifteen years he had lived in Marina Shores Village with his inothér But he just couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had seen this place somewhere

In fact he had.

Back when Marguerite was still working at LuxeScents Intemational, she was ordered to move her workstation to the CEO’s office That was when Frederick had seen a picture of Marguerite and her grandmother.

The backdrop of that picture was Graceful Light Chapel.

Because the photo was old, Frederick hadn’t recognized the elderly woman as Laverne, nor had he realized that the background was the Graceful Light Chapel Just then, an old man dressed in a gray robe emerged from the chapel. Frederick stopped pondering over his sense of familianty and approached the old man, explaining why he was there.

“Sir, if you wish to get a replacement for the necklace, you’ll need to provide your ID card or ID number”

haste, he had forgotten

to wait for a moment and stepped

her phone was

a ghost, always hovering nearby and calling him all the time.

put away his phone, his expression

in

necklace in our chapel are all locals of Marina Shores Village. You can go to the local

the old man briefly and hurriedly left the hill to find

birth. As the officer was typing this information into the computer, he asked, “Sir, what

replacement for the sapphire necklace,” Frederick

quickly entered Yuna’s name and hit the enter key, then

have a resident named Yuna in our village, and the birth

taken aback, his well–groomed eyebrows

to

and symbolizes a person’s identity, so we keep records. There’s no