A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Yvette’s hands slowly balled into fists as immense hatred filled her wards. “You’ll pay for this, Arielle.” On the flip side, Jordan had arrived at a bar and was lying on the deck. When he caught a glimpse of a tall man approaching him, he immediately sat up straight. “Mr. Nightshire, I’m glad you came,” he greeted as the said man sat down.

With his arrival, the most prominent men from the four most significant families in Jadeborough were all there—Vinson, Jordan, Harvey, and Carter. Among the four, except for the Nightshires, the other three families had always been rivals. However, in this generation, all four of them were good friends.

“Since you asked me out here, is there anything important to discuss?” questioned Vinson coldly as he stared at the other three. “The womanizer of our group, Mr. Baker, said he finally found his true love,” stated Carter. Vinson remained expressionless even after learning that. “If it isn’t something important, then I’ll take my leave.

” With that, he stood up, trying to leave as soon as possible so he could continue running a background check on Arielle. Usually, it would take him only ten or more minutes to get the results of someone’s background. This time, it had been one week since he started investigating Arielle’s background, but he had yet gotten any results.

Wait!” Jordan quickly grabbed the corner of Vinson’s clothes. “It’s for real this time. I met a unique woman at

Jordan to pull him back to his seat. The latter was delighted because he thought Vinson was interested in listening to his story. “Why do you think she’s unique?”

the bottle down and rubbed his hands together. “Because she’s calm, smart…” Jordan then proceeded to recap the Magnus’ incident, which managed to pique Harvey’s interest, who had been bored all this time. “Are you sure you’re not talking about the

by lightning!” “Then, you should think about it thoroughly,” Carter laughed. “It will be hard for you to manage a woman who’s not even afraid of a fierce

her name?” questioned Vinson out of the blue. “Err…” “Dear Mr. Baker, were you smitten by her that you have forgotten to