A Beauty With Multiple Masks

When Arielle looked at the papers Donovan handed her, she confirmed it was an application form for student loans. She couldn’t help but stare at it in disbelief.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were indoors, she would have looked at the sky to spot the Sun’s location.

“What are you daydreaming about? Fill it in now, and I’ll send it to Mr. Brown.” Donovan frowned as he urged her.

Seeing the impatience on Donovan’s face, Arielle realized that he wasn’t trying to mock her or chastise her for using her phone. He genuinely wanted to help.

What happened to him? Maybe he isn’t as bad as I pictured him to be? Maybe, I was too harsh on him. After all, he’s a man who is virtuous and driven by morality. He must have disliked me because he assumed that I got into the university with connections. Despite his hatred toward me, he’s willing to put it aside and offer a helping hand. It looks like Maxwell University still maintained its standards. However, is he being genuine?

There were countless questions floating around Arielle’s mind.

Seeing how Arielle did not respond, Donovan picked up the application form and waved it in front of her face. “Arielle, I’m talking to you. Did you not hear me?”

snapped out of her daze. She glanced at the paper in Donovan’s grasp. After a brief moment of hesitation, she shook her head to deny it. “Mr. Baxter, thank you for your generous offer, but I have

hold grudges, she expressed her gratitude to Donovan for trying to

moment the words left

eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Don’t you mean

at Donovan in astonishment. “Mr. Baxter, what are you implying?” she

scoffed as his gaze darkened. “Even at such a young age, you refuse to earn money with your own hard work. Must you swindle the money of other men? After getting kicked out

she heard Donovan’s mocking

took their

family can afford to take in a disowned daughter like you. As your professor, let me give

her voice in anger. “Please refrain from using such crude words to sully me. I will never become someone’s mistress, and I certainly won’t ruin