Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) 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:

Upon seeing Marguerite, Sandra waved gently, asking, "Margot, did you sleep well? No headache?"

"I'm fine," Marguerite shook her head.

"I didn't realize you couldn't handle your liquor. I won't let you drink that much next time."

Sandra smiled apologetically at Marguerite, her smile making Marguerite feel somewhat embarrassed.

"It's okay, really. I'm fine."

The morning breeze was cool, and with the windows wide open, Marguerite felt a chill.

She wrapped her arms around herself, then noticed several SUVs moving outside, parking ceremoniously at the mansion's gate, looking quite imposing.

Marguerite's thoughts immediately went to what Frederick had said earlier and instinctively glanced at Ian's expression.

He looked somewhat grim, continuously pouring himself glasses of red wine, seemingly still upset with Frederick.

Marguerite couldn't help but look towards Frederick, who smiled at her, "It's a nice day, perfect for a walk."

Sandra paused in her action of serving food, though Marguerite couldn't tell what she was nervous about before hearing her quickly change the subject:

"Yes. Margot, get ready after breakfast, I'll take you out for a couple of days."