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 to

Yvette. Before his hand touched her, she whipped around to give him such a fierce glare that his hand never found her

share our joy,” he sneered, cold fury ringing in every syllable. “Now that the

pouted. “It looks like there’s a huge misunderstanding between

“Apologies, I’m not here to celebrate your marriage. I’m

waved her red marriage certificate, the sight of which

startled into silence at the sight of Arielle’s certificate.

a secret!” Arielle

I knew it! Evil b*tches like you will get your punishment one day. You must be sold to a rich old

equally scornful.

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

start that her marriage

fate of marrying an

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

around, Mason wouldn’t be able to