A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Mason gritted his teeth, unable to respond to Arielle in a diplomatic manner.

He had spent nights dreaming about

getting married to Yvette and was eager to announce it to the whole world.

After Yvette’s repeated and cruel refusal to accept his hand, he finally came to the conclusion that that night was a misunderstanding-Yvette had never liked him.

With the surprising turn of events, the marriage that he was going to have

simultaneously excited and frustrated Mason. The strength of the polarizing emotions within him caused him to be on edge for the past couple of days.

He took a deep breath and growled, “That’s none of your business!”

“That’s right!” Arielle said abruptly as a thought struck her. “Mr. Actonward mentioned that you guys are here to obtain your marriage certificate too. Forgive me for my poor memory, and also congratulations to both of you!”

Yvette was further incensed by the

this a joke to you? Go to

touched her, she whipped around to give

vented all of his anger on Arielle. “How kind of you to come all the way here to share our joy,” he sneered, cold fury

“It looks like there’s a huge misunderstanding between

celebrate your marriage. I’m here to have

red marriage certificate, the sight of which

had been in a towering rage, was startled into silence at

a secret!” Arielle

out laughing all of a sudden. “Hah! I knew it! Evil b*tches like you will get your punishment one day. You must be sold to a rich old man so that

equally scornful. “I

have high standards,” he said with disdain. “Turns out you’re nothing but a

with a start that her marriage with Mason was

Arielle’s fate of marrying an old

very good-looking, at least he was head

around, Mason wouldn’t be able to control