A Beauty With Multiple Masks

As Sam ranted, a hint of confusion flashed in Vinson’s eyes. He instinctively looked at Arielle, who was still conversing with Jordan. Then he patiently asked Sam, “What’s happened?” In mere seconds, Sam’s voice roared from the phone. “She’s the female lead of this disaster film, yet she complained about her makeup being hideous. Then she beautified her makeup without consulting me or any of the film crew members! Need I explain more?

We’re filming a disaster film! How can our female lead escape life-threatening obstacles in full-on costume and makeup? Even if we let that slide, another issue arose earlier. She just refused to cooperate in filming the close-up stunt scenes! She whined about the harness being too uncomfortable to wear, then demanded a stunt double. Can you believe this? It’s a close-up, for mercy’s sake!” Vinson could already sense Sam’s erupting anger from the phone.

However, he cast a subtle frown at Arielle after hearing the last part that Sam mentioned. “What did you say… earlier? Just refused? When did this happen?” “Seconds ago. Right before I called you.” “Seconds?” Vinson realized that something was off. He contemplated for a moment before asking, “What’s the actress’ name?” Sam replied, “Shannie. Short for Shandie Southall.” Shannie… Sannie… Vinson’s frown intensified as he finally put the pieces together.

not Arielle who’s on set—it’s f*cking Shandie! “That b*tch,” Vinson cursed in a growling voice. Sam was confused

massaged his temples before tossing the script aside. Then he snarled in response to Shandie, “That’s it. I quit!” At the Jupiters’ residence. Arielle was enthusiastically chatting away with Jordan. Between them, Harvey was brimming with rivalry and kept interjecting their conversation. Truthfully, Arielle only wanted to borrow a car and be on

it. Just as she was getting desperate, she noticed Vinson from the corner of her eye. He stormed over to her with a grim expression. A moment later, Jordan was no longer standing before Arielle. Vinson had shoved him away and was clutching Arielle’s hand. He ordered, “Come with

were going after Vinson, Carter extended his arms and blocked them. “Seriously…” Carter knitted his brows and asked, “Have you forgotten that we have important matters to attend to?” Right then, Jordan and Harvey remembered that the unconscious assassin was currently on his way to the private hospital. At the same time, Vinson had brought Arielle onto his car. “Where are you taking me?” Arielle hissed in pain as she massaged her

How can she be so fragile? All I did was grab her wrist lightly. Although, she does resemble fine china in some ways; she’s got the curves of a teapot, and her skin is so