Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 301

The car slid half a meter in the snow before it came to a halt. Marguerite unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, her ankles sinking into the snow as she dashed unevenly towards the mansion's entrance.

Just as she reached the doorway, a security guard's arm swiftly blocked her path, "Ma'am, who are you looking for?"

The mansion's security had changed hands several times, and this guard was new. Marguerite didn't recognize him.

"I'd like to take a look inside." Marguerite tried to push past him, but the guard gently pushed her back, his body blocking the entrance as his hand gripped the side railing, effectively blocking her way. "Ma'am, this is a private residence. You can't go in!"

Marguerite was desperate, "Has the mansion been sold, or has the owner returned?"

"I'm not sure, today is my first day."

Marguerite tiptoed to get a better look inside. The Rolls-Royce Cullinan was a fair distance away, and she couldn't make out the license plate, let alone determine the owner of the car.

The guard was growing impatient, "Ma'am, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Marguerite pointed at the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, "Do you know who owns that car? Is it the same person who owns the house?"

"I don't even know who owns the house, how could I possibly know who owns the car?"

Marguerite looked disappointed, but she didn't give up, "Have you seen a tall, thin man, very handsome with a mole near his eye?"

"Ma'am, don't make a fuss here. If you don't leave, I'll have to call the police."

The guard's gloomy face looked even grimmer in the cold wind. Realizing that she had put him in a difficult position, Marguerite didn't push. She cast a resentful look at the guard, then reluctantly turned back to her car, her gaze lingering on the distant Rolls-Royce.

The Cullinan, once a rare sight, was now quite common among the wealthy.

Knowing Frederick Winston's character, he wouldn't be driving a three-year-old car. But Marguerite couldn't shake the feeling that Frederick had returned. She couldn't contain her excitement and immediately dialed Miley's number.

Miley, still groggy with sleep, answered, "What's up?"