A Beauty With Multiple Masks

In Jadeborough University’s library archive.

After reading through the files for over an hour, Arielle’s eyes were starting to hurt.

Thus, she stood up and stretched, thinking of buying bread to stop her stomach from growling.

However, just as she stepped out of the library, she heard someone ask the student in front of her, “Hello, may I know if Arielle’s in the library?”

Arielle instantly snapped her head toward the source of the voice. It was then she saw two towering men talking to a student with smiles on their faces.

Narrowing her eyes, she began studying the two men.

Although they were wearing casual clothes, something about the way they carried themselves was strange to Arielle.

I sense a murderous intent from them, she realized, feeling startled.

Immediately, she turned to walk back into the library, but in the next second, the student pointed at her and said, “Are you looking for Arielle Moore? She’s right there.”

Knowing that she could not hide anymore, she spun around to look into the men’s eyes and questioned, “Who are you?

here’s the thing. We’re Mr. Nightshire’s friend, and since Mr. Nightshire helped us out the other time, we were thinking of treating him to a meal as a token of gratitude. However, he’s in Horington right now, so he asked us to come to you instead. Won’t you have

I’m not free. You should wait for Vinson to meet you himself.” As she

just as she walked past them, one of

a meal, why don’t we treat you to a cup of coffee instead? We really

her other wrist as well. “There’s no need to be so polite

want to make a move in front of the library. After all, it was a crowded place even

she narrowed her eyes before suddenly beaming at them. “All right. Let’s go to the cafe opposite the school. However, I have to ask you to let go of me. You’re holding me too tightly, and

off guard by how easily Arielle had agreed to their request,

want to cause a commotion on the school grounds. There were too many people around, and if anything happened, they would

Moore, please lead

to the front, and Arielle began walking to

were at

was around; only