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

after him, but he did not turn back. It

scratched her head. Is

offended him as she had

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

 Yvette and

was obvious that she had been forced to

not take long for

they were at the City

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

to

smirked at the opportunity. “Yvette, Mason,” she greeted them right before

see that it was Arielle, they scowled

looked as if she would like nothing more

she would have pounced on Arielle

not to understand Yvette’s hostile stare. “Yvette, what’s wrong?” she

screamed as

plotted all