A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“Dad… you’ve really surprised me.” Henrick continued to fix his icy gaze on Arielle. “Are you saying you don’t want to go?” Arielle looked deeply into her father’s eyes before finally shaking her head. “No. I’ll go.” Those words were like music to his ears as Henrick’s expression instantly brightened up. “Sannie, are you serious?” Arielle merely nodded in response, once again looking like the well-behaved daughter Henrick had always thought her to be.

Except her eyes no longer held the same warmth and sincerity she once had, thanks to Henrick single-handedly destroying what little affection she had left for him. However, Henrick was utterly clueless to Arielle’s change in heart as he continued to beam in joy. “I knew you’d agree to it. You’re my best daughter, completely different from that useless Shannie. I’ll only dote on you in the future!” No matter how much he praised her, Arielle felt nothing. Instead, she asked plainly, “Time and place?”

“It’s the suite on the top floor of Jadeborough Hotel. I spent the whole night getting that room key, so you’d better not lose it. Mr. Nightshire is currently at a banquet in the hotel, and I’ve also talked it through with the banquet organizer. All you have to do is to wait patiently in his room.” Just then, Henrick thought of something else and quickly added, “By the way, you should change your clothes too. Your usual get-up is too plain, and that won’t work.

to the suite.” It was only then that Arielle realized the real reason for Henrick to get home that late. It wasn’t because he was busy with work,

of how many times it had happened. Arielle found her mind wandering when the white hairs on Henrick’s head suddenly caught her attention. Recalling

lowered his head and bore with the pain as she plucked the strand of hair off. Henrick chuckled afterward.

let you down. How can I not repay you when you’ve treated me so well?” Touched beyond words, Henrick felt like he was on the verge of tears. He pulled Arielle into

disgust toward her father. “Dad, if we don’t hurry, Mr. Nightshire is going to return to his room before me.” “Oh, gosh! You’re right!” Henrick exclaimed before rushing off to bark orders at his staff. He got the housekeepers to get