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.

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

expression returned to its usual

the topic altogether. He didn’t dare

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

the plane assumed

All she did was comply with Henrick’s request

Henrick couldn’t hold it in anymore. He boomed icily,

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

a small favor then, so it’s normal that he doesn’t remember

looked at Arielle. I guess having a naive daughter isn’t always a beneficial thing. If only it were Shandie

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

rounded and lips parted, she feigned a child-like innocence as if she didn’t know what she

Mr. Southhall. According to your flight mileage, we’re

but also because he

his feet. “Thank you. Please

and Cindy

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

temples started to ache. Then who will

Shandie or Arielle?

that Arielle isn’t very quick-witted. She won’t be of much help at all. Plus, we’re heading to Shandie’s awards ceremony. So why don’t we give the seat to Shandie this

grim

that there are only

stared intensely

her chest, but she couldn’t show it on

to let Cindy

pressed her lips into a tight smile and

while averting her gaze. He then pranced away with Cindy and Shandie for the first-class

“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 the two cabins, save for the bigger seats and better service in mine. But hey, don’t let that

her teeth at how Shandie was gloating around like

Arielle motioned towards the first-class cabin. She then provoked, “You’d better hurry over. Dad might change his mind and

seeing Arielle’s maliciously gleaming

fearing that Arielle would somehow end up in the