A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Yet, Arielle remained emotionless as if she weren’t the least bothered.

And that was the truth; she truly couldn’t care less about being forgotten by Vinson.

She knew that the Southalls wanted connections with the Nightshires because of their elite social status. Despite this, that prestige wasn’t what she wanted or needed.

So, it didn’t matter whether Vinson remembered her at all.

Shandie scoffed when Arielle didn’t react to her.

Liar! Keep acting like you don’t care then, Arielle. I bet that deep down, you’re crying like a big baby who’s hurt about the whole thing. Serves you right!Vinson would never be interested in a plain country bumpkin like you!

Little did the four Southalls know, Vinson’s eyes had burned holes in the back of Arielle’s head for quite some time.

He stayed that way until Arielle boarded her flight. Only then did he let out an intrigued chuckle.

Beside him, the assistant’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

What’s going on?Mr. Nightshire never laugh. He’s usually unsmiling, and some would even say intimidatingly distant. I can’t believe he’s chuckling to himself now.Also, this isn’t sneering laughter. No. It’s more genuine, like an amused laugh that comes from deep within one’s chest. It’s been ages since I last saw Mr. Nightshire laugh like this.

While the assistant was deep in thought, Vinson’s voice suddenly sounded. He asked, “Did you notice a difference between her and the others?”

There were three women in that family. Which is he referring to?

The assistant had worked alongside Vinson for several years now, so he knew better than to ask Vinson outright. He pondered for a while before recalling that Arielle had dressed differently from the others.

Then he answered hesitantly, “Indeed. The other three have donned well-known designer brands while that young lady’s clothes… Well, they seem like some randomly bought clothes from an unknown stall.”

Even with such a sharp observation, Vinson still shook his head.

The assistant instantly stiffened in shock. Did I guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not referring to that lady?

Just as the assistant felt flustered, Vinson’s voice spoke up once again. “I’m not talking about her clothes.”

The assistant heaved a sigh of relief since he had at least guessed correctly.

in confusion. “If it’s not the clothes, then what is

expression returned to its

assistant dropped the topic altogether. He didn’t dare to probe any further, so he continued with

had been in a foul mood ever since Arielle’s stunt. Because of this, he ordered Arielle to carry out several mindless tasks throughout the flight. She was told to move their luggage to the overhead cabin, then tidy their coats and put them into the luggage, followed by taking out their chargers

else on the plane assumed that she was merely their

those tasks. All she did was comply

in anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough! Get over

he interrogated with a sharp tone, “I thought you said that you helped Mr. Nightshire. So why didn’t he remember you at

did him a small favor

daughter isn’t always a beneficial thing. If only it were Shandie who knew Vinson… she would have immediately caught on to

begrudgingly, “Forget it. We’ll talk about this later. There’s still much you

With eyes rounded and lips parted, she feigned a child-like innocence as if she

approached them. “Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to your flight mileage, we’re able to give

but also because he knew that they could get

Henrick beamed as he bounced onto his feet. “Thank you. Please

and Cindy stood as

noticed Arielle, who was the last to stand. Then he immediately explained, “My apologies, sir. You only have enough mileage for

started to ache. Then who will go with

Shandie or Arielle?

quick-witted. She won’t be of much help at all. Plus, we’re

face turned grim before

to Arielle and explained in a matter-of-fact tone, “I can’t help that there are only

intensely at

in her chest, but she couldn’t show

Cindy and Shandie feel

pressed her lips into a tight smile and

her gaze. He then pranced away with Cindy

low voice, “It seems like Dad loves me more. You’ll have to work harder to catch up now! I’ll be off to the first-class cabin, so you rest up here in economy-class, hmm? There’s actually not much difference between

how Shandie was gloating around

smile, Arielle motioned towards the first-class cabin. She then provoked, “You’d better hurry over. Dad might change his mind and let me go with them if you

panicked upon seeing Arielle’s maliciously

first-class, fearing that Arielle would