A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Carter nodded promptly as whatever misgivings he had against Arielle from before had become a thing of the past. “I’m going over there myself to expedite it, but no matter the level of urgency, processing will still take up to a day. I believe that if I were to head down personally, we should be able to get the results before tomorrow morning.” “Thank you.” “You’ve been a great help to us, so that’s the least I could do,” Carter said while he looked to the man in the bed.

“When will we be able to remove the needles?” Jordan pouted at Carter for stealing all the lines. Who was it who ordered to have the needles removed in the first place? Arielle glanced at the man. “If he’s already conscious and you don’t need me to complete the treatment, then you can remove them now. I’ll…” “Stay put!” Vinson held her down by the shoulder. “Allow me.” Jordan warily eyed the hand Vinson placed on Arielle, feeling a little jealous inside.

He very much wanted to say something, but lost his courage to do so when he recalled how he distrusted Arielle just as Carter did. Thus, he decidedly slinked away quietly to the sidelines. Just then, Harvey led a few bodyguards through the door. “I heard that the man has been cured?” In the next second, his attention was caught by the sight of Arielle on the bed and the mess in the room, and that prompted him to glare at Carter.

Carter scratched his nose uncomfortably. Vinson had just finished removing the needles. “Go out, all of you. Arielle needs to rest.” Harvey asked with a grimace, “What actually happened here?” “It’s

Vinson and Arielle left inside the ward. Looking at the drip bag hanging above her head, Arielle said weakly, “It’s getting late, so

to have wanted to say something but ultimately did not do so as she was far too weary, and so instead, she quietly closed her

her breathing settled. His gaze then fell upon her face. The slumbering woman was completely unguarded, and as docile as a snoozing Persian cat. It was as though Arielle’s face had some sort of magnetic draw to it, because by the time he came to his senses, his hand was already

it, feeling quite annoyed with himself. Had deprivation made him that desperate for a woman? Come to think of it, Arielle was really more outstanding than those lame socialites and heiresses that his mother had been introducing to him. If it was her, he would not have been so averse to spending the