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.

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

was the definition of true beauty. Not the kind that was sought after by many men, but a true beauty that

plummeted

hard that her claw-like nails nearly cut into her

cleared her throat from the front

Shandie broke from her daze and

but a pretty face that men keep around like toys. I’m the real deal with both the body and looks; the kind of woman that men want to make their

smile and said, “Arielle, I haven’t had the chance to apologize. So now that we’re both here, I just

Cindy must have scripted this whole apology,

of child harbors murderous

she held Shandie’s hand. Then she soothed in a honeyed voice, “It’s alright, Shandie. There’s no need to dwell on

Arielle’s tight grip, Shandie bit down her repulse. She desperately wanted to fling

resisted and

contentedly at his daughters’ reconciliation from

merry way to the airport. When they arrived, Henrick led his family through the check-in process and to the departure

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

Henrick had bought economy-class tickets

Henrick suddenly halted and looked in the other

it had happened, Shandie batted her lashes and cleared her throat shyly

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

how Henrick and Shandie threw themselves at him, Vinson’s glare turned murderously cold yet confused at the same

at this. He was startled that Vinson

hand, clenched her

already met plenty of times. How can Vinson not know who I am?Is he really that

memory. He was simply selective

drop of his time or mental effort on people whom

had noticed Vinson as well but didn’t intend to

There’s no need to engage in

Henrick Southall. Surely you remember me, Mr. Nightshire? You attended my