Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 518

Actually, the idea that had taken root in Chuck’s mind was nothing more than a hunch. Whether it held any truth was something even he couldn’t be sure about.

But it was worth a shot.

“Mr. Winston, no mother in her right mind would willingly harm her child, yet Ms. Yuna did just that-and without a second thought! Doesn’t that suggest, indirectly, that Hayes isn’t Yuna’s kid?” Chuck said, looking at Frederick across from him. He rubbed his hands together for warmth before continuing, “Mr. Winston, do you remember when we went to Regal Haven Hotel to retrieve the surveillance footage? The woman in the video had a striking resemblance to both Ms. Yuna and Marguerite! If that woman wasn’t Yuna, then it must have been Marguerite…”

Frederick’s eyes were terrifying, his trance-like contemplation causing the cigarette to burn down perilously close to his fingers.

Agitated, he flicked the cigarette butt away and swiftly lit another, drawing on it with a sense of urgency and impatience.

After a long pause, he suddenly realized that Chuck’s analysis made a lot of sense.

If Hayes really was Marguerite’s child, then Manley, Hayes’ twin brother, would also have to be Marguerite’s son.

both were Marguerite’s children, why then did Yuna favor Manley and hurt Hayes? The reasons behind

speculation on Chuck’s part. Nothing would be as convincing as

Hayes’ blood sample in the

a way to get a blood

out the window before turning around

place for a moment, then saw Mr. Winston swiftly exit, leading

was truly a man of action. His silhouette was commanding, and with petite Marguerite trailing behind him, his

boss was oozing

but Marguerite was not

Hayes had woken up, and she was in the middle of helping Hayes drink water and take his medicine when Frederick barged in and dragged her out without saying a word, making

one, Marguerite was practically jogging to keep up, like a little

entering the elevator did she manage to free herself from his grip, her irritation evident as she asked, “What