A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The owner of the castle is the man I bumped into last night? When Arielle stopped talking, Harvey finally saw what she looked like. Arching his brows, his expression softened immediately. He stepped forward excitedly and exclaimed, “San? Is it you?” Arielle stretched her hand out. “Hello, I’m Arielle Moore.” She didn’t want others to find out she used to reside overseas and went by the name “San.” Harvey gave her a surprised look before noticing she was frowning and shaking her head slightly.

Immediately, he corrected himself. “Hello there. I’m Harvey Jupiter. You look like a friend of mine who’s overseas, so I nearly made a mistake. Sorry for that!” He shook her hand warmly as though this was the first time they’ve ever met. Arielle flashed a grin. “It’s fine. I have a common face, so it’s normal for you to get the wrong person.

I have to apologize for being late and delaying the shoot, though.” “It’s fine! You can have the castle for yourselves today. If you like it, you can stay here for a few days. No, you can stay for as long as you like.” “No need. I have a house.” But my house is desolate and full of traps. Vinson’s brows furrowed in displeasure upon hearing their exchange. He stepped forward and stood between them. “A friend you met overseas?

thought you don’t have any female friends?” he demanded coolly. Harvey took one look at him and explained, “She’s a business partner who resembles Ms. Moore.” Vinson glared at him. “Stop it. That’s such an old-fashioned pickup line. Besides, our contract stated that the ambassador isn’t allowed to date as long

“Hey! This is unreasonable—” Vinson interrupted, “Didn’t you just apologize for being late? It’s late, so we should start shooting now. Stop wasting time.” Arielle was puzzled. Why did he get mad all of a sudden? I don’t understand why

visibly trembling Iris. Grabbing the blazer in his hand, Vinson lifted his leg to go