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.

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

was sought after by many men, but a true beauty

confidence plummeted after seeing Arielle’s simplistic beauty. Shandie now felt like a miserable

Shandie clenched her fists so hard that her claw-like nails nearly cut into her

her throat from the front

Shandie broke from her daze and

nothing but a pretty face that men keep around like toys. I’m the real deal with both

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

must have scripted this whole apology, and

child harbors murderous

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

her repulse. She desperately wanted to

and continued to

smiled contentedly at his daughters’ reconciliation from the driver’s

they arrived, Henrick led his family through

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

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

finally their turn to board the flight, Henrick suddenly halted

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

their recent project. Now that Henrick had

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

his nose awkwardly at this. He was startled that Vinson didn’t

hand, clenched her jaw in

Vinson not know who

Vinson had an excellent memory. He was simply selective about whom and what he felt was worthy

drop of his time or mental effort on people whom

for Arielle, she had noticed Vinson as

There’s no need to engage in

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 few days