A Beauty With Multiple Masks

At the Southall residence.

The entire place was set up for a birthday party.

Shandie Southall, who was wearing the latest season’s dress from LV, was surrounded by socialites buttering her up.

"Shandie, your dress is beautiful! It’s like a milky way."

"This is the dress from LV’s spring edition, isn’t it? I couldn’t even rent it, but you actually managed to buy it! Your dad is so nice to you!"

"Happy birthday, Shandie.I heard Sam Sleight has offered you a role.You’re definitely going to be the most popular actress of the year.Don’t forget about us when you become famous."

"Who cares about the entertainment industry? Shannie’s just there for fun.Who is she? She’s Shandie Moore.It’s so easy for her to be famous."

Concealing the glee in her eyes, Shandie uttered, "Thank you very much.Let me go and check when the cake’s coming."

When Shandie returned to the mansion, she nearly collided with her mother, who was heading toward the outside.

"Mom."

Lowering her voice, she whispered to Cindy Moore.

"Has my cousin’s men returned yet? It’s my twentieth birthday today.I don’t want others to find out that our family has a girl who was kidnapped by human traffickers."

Lovingly tidying the edge of Shandie’s skirt, Cindy murmured, "No news is good news.Don’t worry.She won’t be able to come back.Even if she does, the traffickers had sold her to some faraway village.What can a country bumpkin like her do?"

Shandie nodded in agreement.

In fact, a part of her hoped that the country bumpkin would be able to return.

That way, she would be able to relish the fact that she was the true daughter of a wealthy family.

"Bad news, Mrs.Southall," the housekeeper cried out as she rushed in.

"A Nightshire helicopter landed on the lawn outside.

"The Nightshires?" Shandie’s eyes lit up.

"Mom, say, do you think Dad invited Vinson Nightshire?" Cindy was surprised as well.

Although the Southalls were running one of the top businesses in the country, and they were one of the prominent families in Jadeborough, the Nightshires were one of the top families in the world.

Vinson Nightshire was the heir of the Nightshire Group, and the Southalls still did not have the capability of inviting Vinson to their daughter’s birthday party.

Maybe Vinson thinks that the business deal with our family is important?

 "Let’s have a look."

Cindy was perplexed, but it was a pleasant surprise for her.

the Nightshires,

the mother and daughter touched up their makeup, they then excitedly

a group of nouveau riche had already gathered

walked over, the socialites crowded

actually invited

as this? I should’ve hired a professional makeup artist

smiled, but in her mind,

are here

must have caught Vinson’s interest in the

to be Mrs.Nightshire soon! Right then, the helicopter door

a young woman in ragged clothes jumped

woman whose face was coated with dirt and

one could see how

as if she had not washed

"What…"

to

her began mocking, "Shannie,

are you? Who do you think you are to join my birthday

"Birthday party?"

Arielle realized who the

was known to others that she was Cindy’s adopted daughter, but the detective had told her that Shandie was

his real daughter is dead or alive, but he’s holding a

Arielle stared at

"I am your father."

"You—"

lose her

froze, and the others around them instantly looked interested to watch the

country bumpkin? She’s… really a country bumpkin, huh? Fortunately,

you? I’ve been waiting for you for so long.My poor child, you’re finally

Arielle’s lips curled.

Aunt Cindy, it’s

smile on her lips,

married my father? My father married my aunt? What nonsense is this? Something

guests began whispering to each

to be the previous

kidnapped

the Moore family.Once Maureen Moore died, the Moores all took on the family name Southall

"That actually happened? Seriously…"

flooded Cindy’s mind.She cleared her throat and muttered, "Darling, as long as you’re back.I’ll

still reminding others that I came from the countryside.It seems like she really

speak,

"Hey."

to the owner

they stiffened.It