Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 748

The next morning, Marguerite was awoken by a flurry of hushed yet intense arguing.

She looked around, noticing Frederick was not in the room, though the warmth of his side of the bed lingered.

He must have just left, but where to?

Marguerite was a bit puzzled, and the arguing outside seemed to intensify.

Their room was perched high in a Victorian mansion, with windows on three sides, the panes old and creaky.

Therefore, it wasn't hard for Marguerite to spot two tall figures outside the west window.

The first voice she recognized was Ian's, his English rapid like a rap verse, making it hard for Marguerite to catch his exact words.

But she did pick up on a few familiar terms—

SUVs, pistols, bodyguards.

Then Ian switched to his characteristic broken Chinese, "Not taking any?"

Frederick's voice was restrained, "Right."

"This is suicide! Suicide!"

Ian couldn't help but raise his voice, prompting an irritated response from Frederick:

"Quiet, she's still asleep. Just drop it."

Marguerite lay in bed, confused.

What was this about heavy weapons? Who wasn't taking what? And who was courting death?

This Ian, why couldn't he speak more clearly?

She wanted to eavesdrop for more information, but the conversation outside came to an abrupt halt.

She saw Ian's shadow moving downstairs, while Frederick stayed outside a bit longer, lighting a cigarette.

Watching from the window, Marguerite couldn't help but sense a unique sadness in his silhouette as he smoked. It was a while before he came back inside.

Marguerite sat up in bed, her expression wary as she asked:

"What were you guys arguing about?"

Frederick seemed surprised she was awake so early.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently ruffling Marguerite's hair, explaining: