Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 270

The truth was as clear as day. After leaving Thelma's house, Frederick was eager to rush to the slums of Riverside Boulevard for an investigation.

Upon understanding Frederick's intent, Chuck hurried forward to stop him, his face full of difficulty.

"Mr. Winston, it's no use going there now. You asked me to investigate the slums on Riverside Boulevard before, and I've brought back the original file. It's now gone because I was asked to retrieve it."

Frederick turned to look at him, his piercing gaze making Chuck break out into a cold sweat. "Where is the file now?"

Chuck swallowed, nervousness making his back slick with sweat.

"You told me then that you were worried Ms. Yuna would be upset if she found out you were investigating her. So you asked me to dispose of the file... I... I put it through a shredder..."

Damn it!

He had originally focused on Yuna because of the photo in the file. The woman in it looked just like Yuna!

Furthermore, the woman's last name was the same as Yuna's, which made him jump to conclusion without reading the whole thing.

Now, having heard the truth from Thelma, he was sure that the woman who saved his life fifteen years ago was not Yuna, but someone else.

If that was the case, the woman he had slept with two months ago could very likely be that same girl.

A part of the truth was gradually surfacing, but Frederick couldn't bring himself to feel relieved.

When Thelma had told him all this, the first person that came to his mind was Marguerite.

But Marguerite's appearance was far from "beautiful." On careful inspection, she seemed rather ill-favored, which was a far cry from Thelma's description of "stunning beauty."

So what exactly was the relationship between Laverne and Marguerite? Where had things gone wrong?

Frederick was at a loss.

Seeing Frederick's silence, Chuck thought that Mr. Winston was angry at him for shredding the file, therefore he dared not meet the man's gaze.

He could already imagine Mr. Winston's piercing gaze, and he knew he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Chuck kept his head lowered, about to apologize, when he heard Frederick's uncertain voice, "The relationship between Marguerite and Laverne remains a mystery..."

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll have your head!"

"Mr. Winston, I won't dare to do it again!"

Chuck's back was soaked with sweat. But quickly, he thought of another possibility. He lifted his head slowly, carefully choosing his words. After a long pause, he gathered his courage to speak, "Since Laverne is Marguerite's grandmother, and the child who looks exactly like Yuna has always been living with Laverne, where could she have gone? Do you think Marguerite might have seen her? Shouldn't we... ask Marguerite?" Chuck suggested hesitantly.

Frederick had thought about it, but it wasn't the right time to ask. Marguerite was still immersed in profound grief, and Frederick felt a deep sympathy for her. That's why he couldn't bring himself to ask her such a question now.

"Let's discuss it after the funeral," Frederick said, effectively silencing Chuck.

Although he wanted to suggest that Mr. Winston could confront the Lockwoods and demand the truth, Chuck thought better of it.

After all, he had learned today that the Lockwoods had not been honest with Mr. Winston.

If Mr. Winston revealed his hand, they would probably spin an even bigger web of lies.

It would be better to bide his time, and wait until he had solid evidence.