A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Once Cindy left, Henrick’s gaze darted over to Arielle. “Sannie. Tell me the truth, how did you meet Vinson? Are you two close?”.

Henrick wanted to ask this long ago. However, he worried that Arielle would think he was using her as a stepping stone. Hence, he refrained from asking up till now.

At this rate, it seems like she’s too naive to question my motives. I may as well cut to the chase and ask whatever I want to know. This silly girl will tell me anyway.

As expected, Arielle answered him without a sliver of hesitation. “I don’t actually know him that well. I encountered him by chance when my ship sank at sea. He was injured at the time, so I treated his wounds with whatever herbs I could find. It was later when his subordinates came for him that I got rescued and brought back here.”

What he didn’t know was that Arielle had summarized the story. She omitted the details where they undressed and huddled up for warmth, as well as the truth that she saved Vinson’s life.

Hearing her story, Henrick felt both disappointed yet pleased.

He was disappointed because he had hoped for some emotional entanglement between Arielle and Vinson, but there were none.

At the same time, he was buzzing with joy that Arielle had aided the Vinson Nightshire. Because it meant Vinson owed Arielle’s family a favor for her kindness.

Imagine that. A favor from the Nightshires! That experience alone is worth its weight in gold!

“Wonderful! That’s great, Sannie! As expected of my daughter!” Henrick chortled.

He stared endearingly at her as if he was looking at the world’s rarest gem.

Arielle put on an innocent and unknowing expression. She flashed a quick appreciative smile at this compliment, then resumed with her dinner.

The next day had arrived at the speed of light. All four of them departed Jadeborough and headed towards Norham.

For the journey, Arielle and Shandie sat beside one another in the backseat.

Shandie wore the Crown Coffee Academy’s yellow team uniform. A soft and glamorous makeup was applied on her face, befitting her aristocratic status.

In comparison, Cindy had prepared minimalistic clothing for Arielle. She also hadn’t hired anyone to do Arielle’s makeup. Thus, Arielle was completely bare-faced and had her hair up in a simple bun; she looked like an ordinary high school student.

without any form of embellishment, Arielle was irresistible to the eye. Her presence glowed with angelic purity, almost like a blooming orchid whose beauty was so rare that people could only appreciate

but a

that her makeup was worth six figures. Yet, that confidence plummeted after seeing Arielle’s simplistic beauty. Shandie now felt like a

her fists so hard that her claw-like

throat from the front

broke from her daze and refocused

around like toys. I’m the real deal with both the body and looks; the kind of woman that men want to

that we’re both here, I just wanted to

this whole apology, and Shandie was

child harbors murderous intentions during

voice, “It’s alright, Shandie. There’s no

her repulse. She desperately wanted to

she resisted and

at his daughters’

to the airport. When they arrived, Henrick led his family through the check-in process and to the departure halls. Arielle trailed behind them

the regulations, first-class passengers were given priority to board the plane before

the Southalls had to wait in line as Henrick had bought economy-class tickets for the flight from

board the flight, Henrick suddenly halted

either. Now that it had happened, Shandie batted her lashes

progress of their recent project. Now that Henrick had rudely interrupted, Vinson shot a glare in

Vinson’s glare turned murderously cold yet confused at

He

the other hand, clenched her jaw in

times. How can Vinson not know who I

memory. He was simply selective about

of his time or mental effort on people whom

had noticed Vinson as well but didn’t intend to greet

no need to engage in

letting this golden opportunity slip. Nevertheless, he quickly introduced himself, “I’m Henrick Southall. Surely you remember me, Mr. Nightshire? You