Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 285

Maurice gazed at her, his deep-set eyes seemingly brimming with unsaid secrets.

Marguerite was taken aback, her face a canvas of confusion, thinking that Steven was merely jesting. "Steven, now's not the time for jokes."

Though she had doubted before if Steven was part of Maurice's crew, she refused to believe that Steven was Maurice himself.

After all, Maurice was Frederick's half-brother, both sharing the Powell blood. Hence, there should be some semblance of resemblance between the two.

But Steven, with his effeminate look and tender skin, bore no resemblance to either Frederick or Powell.

Ignoring Marguerite's skepticism, his gaze turned icy, studying her for a few seconds, as if offering her a final moment of reprieve.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Not only that, but I am also the mysterious person you've been in contact with."

Marguerite was in shock.

Had the atmosphere not been so eerie and serious, Marguerite would have laughed out loud.

It was slightly plausible that Maurice was the mysterious person, but to say that Steven was Maurice and the mysterious person, Marguerite couldn't draw an equal sign amongst the three.

Wasn't this too melodramatic?

Even scriptwriters couldn't come up with such a plotline, let alone it happening in real life.

"Steven, you..." Before she could complete her sentence, Maurice interrupted her in a different way.

He stretched out his arm towards Marguerite, his well-defined fingers brushed against her ear. With a swift motion, he tugged at the edge of the mask that was as smooth as skin, and mercilessly ripped it off.

The unexpected move left Marguerite stunned. It took her a while to regain her composure.