A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Arielle’s brows clumped together in a frown. “What nonsense are you spewing now?” Beside her, Rayson shot a sharp gaze at Yvette as well. He warned, “Do mind your language, Miss.” Rayson assumed that Yvette would shrink away like some frightened rodent and apologize to Arielle, but that wasn’t the case. Yvette raised a leering brow at him while rebuking, “Mr. Seet, is your boss aware of your gallivant ways out here?

I suggest you be careful while playing with fire because Mr. Nightshire is not a lenient man. He won’t tolerate a sloppy assistant.” Then she yanked Sharon’s wrist and sashayed off without waiting for Rayson or Arielle’s response. Sharon walked with shaky knees as she asked, “Yvette… Is it wise to speak so rudely to Mr. Seet?” Yvette huffed, “Why does it matter? That pathetic assistant will be relieved from his position and left to roam the streets soon.

Once he becomes useless, I doubt Arielle will stick to him as she’s doing now!” She scowled inwardly. Arielle is just like her scheming father, Henrick—power-hungry monsters. Flaring with irritation, Yvette dialed her butler’s number. “Edmund, find out Mr. Nightshire’s current location at once.” Edmund paused nervously on the other end of the call. He eventually stuttered, “A-are you referring to Mr. Nightshire of Nightshire Group, Ms. Yvette?”

as cried, “I don’t care! You’ll do as I say and track him now. Otherwise, you can kiss your job goodbye!” Edmund hung up shortly after. His blinking

why these men gather so frequently. What a waste of leisure time! I personally think that Mr. Baker should be using this opportunity to spend more time with Ms.

on her nails. Her lips curled with delight

Mr. Nightshire. Tell them that I won’t be joining them for tea.” Sharon had initially crossed her arms tightly in panic. However, this changed at the mention of Vinson’s name; an eager gleam flitted across Sharon’s eyes. Yevette’s

meeting men from Jadeborough. Sharon had always envied Yvette for this, because her chances of encountering those handsome men from Jadeborough were zero. The more Sharon thought about this, the more a steadfast determination surged through her veins. She stated, “How could I let you