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.

the eye. Her presence glowed with angelic purity, almost like a blooming orchid whose beauty was so

after by many men, but a true

like the brightest star in the sky, knowing that her makeup was worth six figures. Yet, that confidence plummeted after seeing Arielle’s simplistic beauty. Shandie now felt

that her claw-like

throat from the front

broke from her daze and

Arielle is pretty? She’s nothing but a pretty face that men keep around like toys. I’m the real deal with both the body and looks;

anger. She cracked a stiff smile and said, “Arielle, I haven’t had the chance to apologize. So now that we’re both here, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have

that Cindy must have scripted this

child harbors murderous intentions

a honeyed voice, “It’s alright, Shandie. There’s no need to dwell on the past or apologize anymore. We’re

down her repulse. She desperately wanted to fling Arielle’s vermin-like hand

and continued

at his

arrived, Henrick led his family through

regulations, first-class passengers were given priority

in line as Henrick had bought economy-class tickets for the

it was finally their turn to board the flight, Henrick suddenly

Vinson at the airport either. Now that it had happened, Shandie batted her lashes and cleared her throat

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

him, Vinson’s glare turned murderously cold yet confused at the same time.

this. He was

hand, clenched her jaw

Vinson not know who I am?Is he really that

excellent memory. He was simply selective about whom and what he

of his time or mental

Vinson as well but didn’t intend

There’s no need to

letting this golden opportunity slip. Nevertheless, he quickly introduced himself, “I’m Henrick Southall. Surely you remember me, Mr. Nightshire? You attended my daughter’s birthday party a