Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 732

The living room was perched atop a stilt house by the lakeshore, one side touching the bank while the other extended into the lake waters.

As the sun dipped westward, crystal lamps along both sides of the shore flickered to life, twinkling in the dusk.

At the lake's center bobbed a rowboat, from which a striking woman stood at the prow, her voice weaving through the air in a melody Marguerite couldn't understand.

Had it not been for the sight of armed patrols meandering through the bushes beneath the stilt house, Marguerite might have mistaken this for a hidden paradise.

But reality was far from it.

The enchanting singer was just a facade; the real story was told by the stern soldiers guarding the area.

Despite Chuck's thorough explanation, the atmosphere of the tribe still sent shivers down Marguerite's spine.

She followed a maid into the living room, where only three people were present.

At the round table sat Frederick, alongside a dark-skinned man with golden hair and blue eyes, and a woman beside him.

Both were dressed in the local attire, glittering with gold and exuding grandeur.

But Marguerite was too worried to exchange pleasantries; she rushed to Frederick's side and began frantically checking him for injuries.

Frederick's face flushed with embarrassment. He gestured to the chief and his wife before taking Marguerite's hand and whispering, "What are you doing?"