A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Professor Harlem continued scanning the field persistently. He sighed when he could not find the person he was looking for.

“I must have been mistaken. How could she ever appear here, let alone wearing a uniform?”

Based on her capability, she could have been a lecturer at Jadeborough University or more. Previously, she had even rejected the opportunity to stay at Maxwell University when a group of professors offered her a position.

I think I’m getting old. My eyes are starting to deceive me.

“I saw wrongly. Let’s go.”

Professor Harlem waved his hands, gesturing Wendy to continue leading the way.

Heaving a long sigh in her heart, Wendy ushered him away.

At the field, Trisha ran behind a basketball stand, looking completely baffled.

“Arielle, why did you come here all of a sudden? The PE teacher wants us to go and learn yoga now.”

a finger to her lips and shushed Trisha. Then, she pulled the latter backward while sticking her head out of the stand to take a peek at

Professor Harlem had gone far ahead, she was relieved,

Trisha

shoulders as she walked away

annoying old man. Anyway, I’m good to go now. Let’s go do some yoga. I haven’t tried it in real

Trisha tilted her head.

serious? Plenty of people do that

hurriedly explained, “I grew up in the countryside. You know, the seniors there are mostly farmers. So, yoga is too fancy for

Arielle’s arm, and the both of them darted toward

hanging all over the manor. A traditional coffin was placed in the middle of

to bawl her eyes out while her scheming

toil for their

could not hear him clearly. She rubbed her eyes and asked, “It’s been half a day now.

“I didn’t inform them.”