A Beauty With Multiple Masks

As soon as Vinson walked into the room, all eyes were on him.

He was a powerful man whose presence alone could command a room even without him saying anything.

Vinson’s unexpected visit had dealt another shock to Russell as he stuttered, “M-Mr. Nightshire, what are you…”

Before Russell could finish his question, Vinson had raised a hand to interrupt him while fixing a cold, hard stare at Mason. “You won’t admonish the truly vicious one, but you’ll call Arielle a vile woman? Have you forgotten that it was Arielle who saved Mr. Actonward? I’m starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with your head.”

Despite boiling with rage, Mason didn’t dare raise his voice at Vinson. “Mr. Nightshire, you can’t just listen to one side of the story. These days, anything can be made up, including sales slips and shop assistants. I know Yvette well, and I can vouch for her integrity. Besides, what good is there if she killed Mr. Actonward?”

Russell stood by silently with his eyes tightly shut, his mind in utter confusion.

Yvette was his daughter, and he refused to believe that she could be capable of such malice.

However, after witnessing everything that Yvette had done that day, he was starting to wonder if he had misjudged his daughter.

looked Mason in his eyes, the disdain in

increasingly uncomfortable by the mounting pressure as Vinson continued

his courage, Mason asked, “Mr. Nightshire, I’m sure my suggestions are reasonable. Why are you looking at me like

“You want to know the truth? Why not just get the

gaze toward Arielle as he replied,

nonchalant shrug,

here,

to lie?”

as he continued to glare at her as if wanting to swallow her

should get the person here

es

the birthday party is over, I will get the person here and ask Yvette myself.

Actonward, do you think this only concerns your family? Ms. Actonward’s actions have also hurt Ms. Southall, so this is no longer

know Yvette has been spoilt rotten by me