A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Fanny readily agreed, “Sure. Do reach out if you ever need my help. I’m taking part in a fashion design TV show, so I’ll be in the country for the next few months.” “All right!” The two chatted for a bit before exchanging contact details, then going their separate ways. Arielle was about to hail a cab, but an MPV suddenly drove up to her—it was Rayson. He rolled down the window and tee-heed. “Ms. Sannie, it won’t be easy to get a cab from here.

I’ll give you a ride home instead.” He mentally justified his actions. Mr. Nightshire instructed me to stay by Ms. Sannie’s side. Plus, I can’t help but worry about letting her go home on her own. Who knows? She might be the future Mrs. Nightshire. As Mr. Nightshire’s assistant, how can I allow such a distinguished figure to travel home in some dodgy cab? Arielle’s shoulders fell, giving in to his persistence. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you have anything better to do?

Like helping out at Nightshire Group?” Rayson chuckled awkwardly at her question. Little did she know, he had sorted out Mr. Nightshire’s schedule for tomorrow and looked through three of the company’s documents while waiting for her to shop. Arielle didn’t decline and got into his car. Unfortunately for them, their car broke down halfway. Then the two of them stood by the roadside while staring at each other.

and awkwardly uttered, “Ms. Sannie, the tow truck might take another half an hour to arrive. It’ll also be difficult to hitch a ride on this highway. I happen to know that Mr. Jupiter lives within this area. Perhaps

and black

pitch-black garage was now brightly lit. As soon as Vinson entered, he saw that the man had crouched into the corner. The man rocked his body slightly while mumbling a series of nonsensical words. His clothes were in tatters; the

looked like overgrown weeds. His frazzled appearance resembled that of a beggar who had gone insane. Even so, Vinson immediately recognized the man—he’s one of the assassins on the cruise. Carter noticed that Vinson and Harvey had entered. He nudged his gold-framed glasses and joined Jordan in approaching them. “What’s going on?” Harvey glanced

him, and it doesn’t seem like he’s faking it. He really is insane.” The rubbery rat