A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“Come whenever you want. This restaurant is yours, anyway.”

Arielle was about to thank him when Vinson raised a hand to stop her. “Save it if you’re going to thank me again. I’ve heard it so many times over the course of this meal that I’m sick of it.”

As he spoke, he stuck his fingers into his ears.

Arielle burst out laughing. “What kind of person does not like receiving thanks?”

As she spoke, her phone, which was on the table, rang

With a glance at the screen, Arielle was informed that Larissa was calling.

She glanced at Vinson before picking up. “What is it?” she asked without hesitation.

Larissa told her everything about the people who had turned up to the wake. “Has she gone crazy?” Arielle asked with a hopeful smile.

“I’m pretty sure she was cross-eyed. I don’t think it was an act, though. It looks like this has i really hit her hard. Be careful, Ms. Arielle.”

Arielle nodded. “Aside from that, did anything peculiar

one more thing, but I’m not

should tell you.”

“Speak.”

saved his life at the Actonward residence. It should be a good thing, but Mr. Southall looked a

“I know,”

asked, noticing the change in her expression.

“Good news and bad news,” she said in an air of forced calmness. “Which do you want to

good news first,” Vinson

Cindy is so traumatized by Shandie’s death that she isn’t right in the head anymore, though I’m not sure

sound like good news. What about the

beginning to suspect me,”

grim look

raised his eyebrows. “What

doubt,” she concluded as she heaved a sigh. “During the barista championship, I was positive that he was beginning to suspect me. But brewing coffee isn’t particularly difficult, is it? Anybody can