Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3935

Married At First Sight Chapter 3935 
Chapter 3935 
     
It was nearly two in the morning by the time Fox slipped back into the Du family villa. 
In the car, she’d already transformed herself. Fox never traveled without options— several outfits, human-skin masks, and a full arsenal of cosmetics were always at hand. 
Sometimes, she would disguise herself with just a mask, completely altering her face. Other times, she relied on her extraordinary makeup skills to change her appearance, though makeup alone occasionally left subtle clues. A mask, however, was foolproof. 
As she ascended the stairs, Abby—the name she reverted to at home—moved cautiously, her footsteps light as feathers. She was careful not to wake her family, especially her mother. 
Despite the festive New Year holiday, her mother had been exhausted preparing for the celebrations. 
For Abby, the excitement she once felt for the New Year had faded long ago. 
As a child, she’d counted down the days, eager for the break from school, the thrill of red envelopes stuffed with money, and the joy of wearing brand-new clothes. But those memories belonged to a different time. 
Growing up in a family like the Dus, she and her siblings had been under relentless pressure to succeed academically and uphold the family’s reputation. 
Her journey became even more demanding when her master chose her. Training under him meant grueling discipline, more intense than anything her brothers or sisters faced. And it meant leaving home for over a decade. 
Oddly enough, though, once she adjusted to life with her master, she stopped yearning for home. 
During her rare visits back, she always found herself itching to return to her master’s teachings. Her parents, resigned to her absence, would settle for video calls when they missed her. Visiting her master in person wasn’t an option—the man was too private, his whereabouts deliberately elusive. 
Even his disciples were sworn to secrecy about his locations. 
Many of her fellow apprentices were orphans who revered the master like a savior. They treated his every word as gospel, unwavering in their loyalty and devotion. 
But Abby’s relationship with him was different. 
As the second daughter of the wealthy and influential Du family in Huyoniville, she didn’t share the same blind allegiance. Her master often joked that his decision to take her on as a disciple had more to do with her amusing him than anything else. 
Still, she’d proven herself, and he’d grown fond of her. Of all his students, she knew she was his favorite. 
     
As she tiptoed up the stairs, a voice cut through the silence. 
“Abby, where were you in the middle of the night?” 
Startled, Abby turned to find her mother standing in the hallway. 
Mrs. Du was a notoriously light sleeper, her rest easily disturbed by the smallest noise. Tonight had been particularly restless for her, given the earlier chaos at the villa. 
Just hours before, a thief had tried to break into the property. Although the family’s wolfhounds had chased him off, the incident had left Mrs. Du on edge. 
When she’d gone outside to investigate, the security guards explained that the thief had fled in a car before they could catch him. The guards had given chase in a vehicle but found no trace of him on the highway. 
Adding to her frustration, they discovered the surveillance cameras in the area where the thief had climbed the wall were conveniently out of order. 
The negligence of the security team hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mrs. Du was furious but held back from addressing it immediately, considering it was the holiday season and the staff was short-handed. 
Still, she’d already made up her mind to replace the night’s security detail after the New Year. The idea that the cameras had been broken and no one noticed was inexcusable. 
Fortunately, the family’s wolfhounds had been alert, scaring off the intruder. But Mrs. Du couldn’t shake the thought of what might have happened if the dogs hadn’t been there. 
She hadn’t been able to sleep since. So when she heard soft footsteps in the hallway, she got up to investigate—and found her daughter trying to sneak upstairs. 
“Abby?” she pressed, her voice tinged with worry and curiosity. 
Caught, Abby turned to face her mother, her expression calm, though her mind raced for an explanation.