A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Cindy shrugged it off and chuckled. “You think Vinson willingly helped Arielle? He only did it because he didn’t want to be exploited by Shannie. No man with his kind of power and status could stand being exploited by others. Trust me, Vinson’s going to chase Arielle away! Maybe I wouldn’t even need to carry out my plan. After tonight, she’d be the laughing stock of the entire city!” “Okay, it better be like that…” “Leave this be for now and find a suitable man as discussed.

If Vinson forgives Arielle for having helped him before, then we’ll just have set our plan in motion to destroy her reputation.” Cindy hadn’t been in a good mood the whole day, but after the call with Matthias, she felt like she had finally caught a break. It was deep night and the streets of Jadeborough remained as lively as ever. Just like the streets outside, the banquet hall in the hotel was just as lively. A group of prominent socialites sat around Vinson as they dined and drank, each trying to flatter him so they could be a part of Nightshire Group’s latest project.

Vinson sat at the head of the table, swirling his wine glass lazily. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he had barely spoken ever since the meal started. The light that shone on his handsome face accentuated his features and made him even more dignified. Despite his silence, he was still like the brightest star in the sky, one that people couldn’t help but admire. The people around Vinson started discussing amongst themselves in hushed tones as they watched Vinson warily. “What’s wrong with Mr. Nightshire today? He hasn’t said anything at all. Is he unhappy with the meal?”

been a man of few words. Maybe he isn’t in a good mood today.” “Has the person I arranged for been sent over?” “I just received the call that she’s at the hotel entrance.” “Are you sure this arrangement would be okay? There have been others with the same gift ideas

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his phone out, Vinson suddenly stood up, shocking everyone into silence. The man with the phone laughed and stood up as well. “Are you tired, Mr. Nightshire? You’ve had so much to drink, so why don’t you

his phone, only to find a text from his mother: Come back earlier tonight. The Greenes are here, and I find their daughter rather delightful. I would like you to meet her too. Frustrated, Vinson knitted his