A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Feigning an innocent and happy look, Arielle nodded and exclaimed, “Thank you, Dad! I was just feeling scared to go there alone.” Henrick was over the moon. It was his fortune to have such an easily manipulated daughter. Taking back the contract, he stood up and said, “We’ll head to Nightshire Group tomorrow morning at ten. I’ll bring you to the stylist two hours before that. It’s getting late, so I’ll go to sleep now.

You should rest earlier too.” Grabbing the opportunity, Arielle asked, “Dad, I still can’t sleep. Can I read in your study room?” Henrick hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. “Sure, but you can only read the books on the left side of the shelf. Don’t touch the other areas.”

“Okay, Dad,” replied Arielle. After Henrick left, the obedient look on Arielle’s face disappeared. Standing up, she closed the door before turning around and scrutinizing the room. The shelves, tables and chairs were all made from luxurious rosewood. Furthermore, they looked quite old.

Arielle ran her fingers over the shelf. Mom has probably touched these spots before, right? She had lost all her childhood memories due to a high fever. All she could remember was her mother. She could still remember the feeling of her mother’s hands gently caressing her face. In addition to her gentle smile, Arielle could also remember her saying, “Run away, Sannie!

her mother to say that. When she investigated her mother’s cause of death, Arielle discovered that she had been going for health check-up every year. Even though her health report did not show

suicide. Instead, she was murdered! Arielle closed her eyes. She felt a layer of mist obscuring her vision, preventing her from discovering the truth. When she opened her eyes again, she could finally think and see clearly. I will definitely discover the

any of her mother’s belongings. There was not even a photo in sight. Logically speaking, after someone’s wife died, he would still keep

for her mother at all. In fact, he might even have detested her. It was impossible for him to be scared that Cindy would be jealous. His male chauvinistic ego would have no room for Cindy’s crap.

did not even dare to look at her photograph. Regardless of whether it was the second or third reason, both proved that her mother’s death was closely related to Henrick. Although

In the meantime, she had also conducted an extensive