A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Her hair accessories were all out of place and her hair was disheveled.The woman, who was supposed to be in the spotlight, turned pale and was in a pathetic state.

“Shannie!"

Cindy exclaimed as she rushed on stage.

Even though she was extremely worried, Cindy did not forget about Arielle and used her shoulder to nudge Arielle aside.

Arielle was wearing heels that were four inches high and was standing on the edge of the makeshift stage.

The force of Cindy’s push sent Arielle tumbling sideways as she lost her balance and was about to fall off the stage… However, she reacted swiftly and protected her head with her hands.

That way, even if she had fallen down, it would lessen her chances of having a concussion.

However, to Arielle’s surprise, she did not land on the ground.

Instead, she felt a strong hand supporting her back steadily while another hand was wrapped around her waist as she was being carried off stage.

After Arielle stood firmly on the ground, she instinctively turned to look at the person who had saved her.

What greeted her was a cold and perfectly sculpted face.

Frowning, the man said, "Why are you wearing such high heels? Are you planning to fall to your death?"

I didn’t have a choice! Arielle wanted to retort but controlled her mouth.

After all, that man was just concerned about her safety.

If not for him, she might have already been badly injured from the fall.

Arielle swallowed her words and was about to thank him when Henrick rushed over.

"My darling daughter! Are you hurt? Dad was going to help you just now but Mr.Nightshire was a step ahead of me… Mr.Nightshire seems to treat you really well!"

Henrick said meaningfully with a concerned expression.

On the other hand, Henrick did not even look at Shandie, who was being carried upstairs.

That was interesting to Arielle.

Regarding her dad… she had almost believed that he was a loving dad who doted on his daughter.

What Arielle could not understand was, why would her mother, who seemed so perfect on paper, choose to marry a man like Henrick? Since she was back, she was determined to find out the reason, as she suspected there was more to that than meets the eye.

a secret

at Shandie.I’m not sure what was going

serene as she spoke, without

sensible and obedient

man could even be convinced that he must have saved the universe in his past life to have such a perfect daughter! Henrick quickly replied, "You’re right.I’ll go and take a look at Shandie right away and shan’t disturb you and Mr.Nightshire.Mr.Nightshire, please make yourself

appeared between Vinson’s brows when he heard

are on the same level?

left, Vinson said, "I’m not here to attend the function.I only waited until now to make sure that there are really

was feeling

was that before she returned to the country, she had only gathered detailed information on the Southalls and knew

influence in the

and Henrick’s reactions, it was apparent that

the duties expected of a medical personnel

fact that… they had

that nothing of

"Vinson, I appreciate your

there was really something she wanted, she was fully capable of getting

had never depended

crease between Vinson’s brows deepened when he

you know what you have just turned

there was anyone who would reject such an offer from him—any

it did not make sense to

with that woman’s brain! Looking at how serious Vinson was with regards to

"Maybe you could enlighten me on what I have just turned down? Was it my Mr.Right? Oh, also, my name

"What’s your name then?"

"My name is… Sannie."

Arielle’s nickname given to her by

still haven’t told me what

insistent the man was, Arielle joked, "If you really

speechless after hearing Arielle’s "wish" and had a complicated expression on his

the atmosphere had become, Arielle cleared her throat and tried to

joking.Anyway, just forget it.There’s

that," Vinson

"What?"

asked in disbelief, "What can

replied, "I can grant you your wish, but I have to discuss it with my family first as it does not concern me

"Hold on…"

her eyes in shock and was at a loss