Chapter 456
Bride Behind The Mask
Half an hour later. The imposing Maybach came to a commanding stop outside a nondescript building on the outskirts of the cityâa private detention facility.
The back door was opened respectfully by a bodyguard, and Frederick in a slateâgrey suit stepped out without a hint of emotion visible on his face. His eyes shone brightly but betrayed a bloodthirsty cruelty.
Chuck hurried over to report, âMr. Winston, weâve apprehended the culprit. We checked his phoneâit was clean. Itâs likely been tampered with by a hacker. So, there might be someone behind him.â
âWhoâs the culprit?â
Frederickâs commanding voice sent a shiver down Chuckâs spine, and he couldnât help but glance at the sign above the detention center, his face a mix of difficulty and regret as he sighed softly, âYouâll see for yourself once you go in, Mr. Winston.â
Chuckâs roundabout way of speaking irked Frederick, but he held his tongue and entered with an entourage of bodyguards in tow.
As soon as the door swung open, Frederick caught sight of the handcuffed culprit and his eyes widened in shock.
âBarnes?â
How could it be him?
Barnesâ lips curled into a smirk. Despite having betrayed Frederick, the sight of his former master still commanded his respect.
âItâs been years, Mr. Winston.â
Frederick was in disbelief, his eyes filled with murderous confusion, âYouâre the one who hurt my son?â
Barnes suddenly dropped the smile. It had been three years, but the aura Frederick exuded still instilled a touch of fear in Barnes, who silently nodded.
With killing intent seeping into Frederickâs bones, his jaw clenched so tight that veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes burning with rage as if they could incinerate Barnes on the spot.
âWhy?â Frederickâs words were terse, the simple question loaded with explosive tension.
Barnes mustered his courage to meet Frederickâs gaze, only to see the unrelenting cruelty in Frederickâs eyes.
He knew that today, he might not escape with his life.
âIâve served you for years, and if thereâs one thing Iâve learned, itâs the importance of âloyalty,â Mr.
Winston. I was forced.â
In truth, Barnes, though often extorting money from Yuna, was aware he had a son named Manley.
He had never met Manley, nor sought him out in secret. But as the only blood relative he had, Manley held a place in his heart. After all, that was his flesh and blood.
Thatâs why he risked his life to go after Hayes.
Not just because Yuna paid him and slept with him, but also because he wanted Manley to become the primary heir of the Winston family.
To one day revel in endless wealth and privilege, living a life above others.
But he never imagined that Yuna would play him for a fool!
This had caught him completely off guard.
As Barnes hesitated over whether to tell the truth, the door to the detention center suddenly swung open again. Everyone turned to see Marguerite standing at the entrance, slightly out of breath as if she had run there.
Frederick was already on edge, and his tone was naturally harsh when he saw Marguerite, âWho allowed you to come?â
Damn it! He had told that woman to stay out of it, yet here she was, showing up uninvited!
Marguerite caught her breath and explained, âHayes was worried and insisted on coming. I didnât want him to witness this, so I came alone.â
âHow did you know about this place? Who brought you here?â
Marguerite glanced at Chuck, and although the answer was obvious, she chose not to respond directly, âI was aware of the situation yesterday. Coming here today shouldnât be a problem, right?â
Before she could finish, Chuckâs phone rang.
He stepped aside to take the call, then quickly turned back to report, âMr. Winston, earlier we discovered unusual transactions from Ms. Yunaâs accounts, and weâve traced the recipient.
Itâs⦠Barnes!â
Frederick paused. Yuna transferred money to Barnes? What was going on?
Could Yuna be connected to the danger Hayes faced?
Frederickâs threatening gaze fell on Barnes, but Barnesâ eyes held a meaningful look as they drifted towards Marguerite.
After several seconds, he finally met Frederickâs gaze again, revealing a selfâmocking