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.

then did Yuna favor Manley and hurt Hayes? The reasons behind this discrepancy seemed worth investigating.

speculation on Chuck’s part. Nothing

we still have Hayes’ blood sample in the blood

Winston! You just need to find a way to get a blood or

the window before turning around and striding back to the hospital room with a decisive air.

moment, then saw Mr. Winston swiftly exit, leading Marguerite by her delicate

aback, thinking to himself that Mr. Winston was truly a man of action. His silhouette was

boss was

Frederick’s handsomeness, but Marguerite was

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,

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

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