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

“B*tch! Is this a joke to you? Go

comfort Yvette. Before his hand touched her, she whipped around to give him such a fierce glare that

his anger on Arielle. “How kind of you to come all the way here to share our joy,” he sneered, cold fury ringing in every syllable. “Now that the party’s

looks like there’s a huge misunderstanding between us,” she

celebrate your marriage. I’m here to

waved her red marriage certificate, the sight of which

startled into silence at the sight of Arielle’s certificate. “Who… Who did

a secret!”

it! Evil b*tches like you will get your punishment one day. You must be

looked equally scornful. “I

nothing but a

that her marriage with Mason

fate of marrying an old

was penniless and not very good-looking, at least he was head over heels

be able to control her. Perhaps he would even cover up