A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 237 The Protagonist Has Changed

The more she pondered about it, the more Yvette felt confused. She moved as quick as a hare. I need to go upstairs and find out what happened!

Due to Yvette’s hastiness, she did not notice that Arielle was staring intensely behind her. A cold smile spread across Arielle’s face when she saw Yvette panicking.

At the same time, one of the guests clasped Arielle’s arm. “Ms. Moore, are you alright?”

Arielle’s smile melted off her face as she turned to face the guest. “What is everyone looking at?” she asked him.

The guest answered her question warmly. “We were looking at the designs of the Actonwards’ mansion. Ms. Yvette is so considerate. A few guests mentioned that they wanted to explore the mansion, so she immediately moved a projector here to show it to us. The mansion’s rooms are being displayed right now.”

Hearing the guest’s explanation, Arielle shifted her gaze to the screen. True to his words, there were surveillance cameras fixed in every room.

Seems like Yvette had intended to broadcast it live! Well, that’s too bad because the protagonist of her little show has changed.

again, a small smile twitched Arielle’s lips upwards. “Can I look at the previous rooms? I missed quite a

other rooms. We’ll go through them once again!”

Despite Arielle’s grin, there wasn’t a trace

Cindy and Yvette tried to play such lowly tricks on me, I’ll give

finally arrived at the room

not burst into the room right away. Instead, she waited until the screen at the hall had stopped playing the surveillance footage within this

not a single

Yvette surveyed the room carefully until her gaze fell on

noted that it was

wasn’t worried. After all, Matthias informed that the drug within the aromatherapy candle would diffuse after ten minutes. After fifteen minutes,

fifteen minutes since I lit the

Yvette wandered toward the bed. Apparently, she couldn’t seem to grasp an answer to the question. Why didn’t Arielle fall under the drug’s influence?

Yvette heard a noise from the toilet. It sounded like someone was

Yvette frowned and called