A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Vinson’s dark eyes glimmered mischievously under the bright sunlight, causing Arielle to feel a blush creeping across her face.

Clearing her throat loudly, she attempted to disguise her emotions with levity. “I know you are rich. I’ve married a wealthy old bachelor.”

Vinson missed the point entirely. “Old?” he repeated with a frown. “I’m only three years older than you!”

Arielle thought it was funny to see him get riled up over their age difference. “Don’t you know that three years is as much as a generational gap these days?”

Vinson’s frown deepened in alarm as he took Arielle’s words literally.

“I’m joking with you,” she said helplessly. “You can’t even take a joke.”

He‘s taken my remark about marrying him seriously. And this time, he‘s sulking over the generational gap thing... I get it now.He is an obtuse guy who can‘t take any jokes.

Even Arielle’s reassurance did not ease his

frown.

“Wait for me in the car,” Vinson said rather dully. “I’ll get your coat.”

he disappeared back into the

not turn back. It was hard to tell

head. Is

inadvertently offended him as

guilty, she suddenly noticed a car stopping by the road. Several familiar faces emerged

 Yvette

the bodyguard. It was obvious that she had been forced to the City Hall against

long for

the City Hall to

did Yvette fail to destroy Arielle, but she had also pushed herself deeper into

was very unlikely that Yvette would be able to find happiness with

opportunity. “Yvette, Mason,” she greeted them right

that it was Arielle, they scowled at

she would like nothing more than to skin Arielle

would have pounced on

to understand Yvette’s hostile stare. “Yvette, what’s wrong?” she asked innocently.

she screamed as she struggled.

plotted