A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The moment Dileon and Teddy left, Henrick’s face resumed its normal expression. He smiled at Malorie, asking, “How have you been, Mom? Have you been taking the supplements I bought you?”

Malorie nodded at him. “I’ve been well. And this must be… Sannie?”

Arielle immediately felt Malorie’s sharp gaze piercing her face as the latter openly scrutinized her.

She knew at once that this woman before her eyes was not going to be easy to get along with.

Nevertheless, she quickly flashed a radiant smile at her and answered in a sweet voice, “Yes, Grandma, I’m Sannie.”

“Mmm.” Malorie nodded curtly as she walked around Arielle in a circle, scanning her from head to toe, at the same time muttering, “Your looks indeed resemble that dead mother of yours. Hopefully, your fate and temper are nothing like hers.”

Arielle’s hands immediately balled into fists under the sleeves of her coat as she struggled to suppress her rising fury.

Taking in a deep breath, she forced herself to maintain the same pleasant smile as she responded, “Thanks for your concern, Grandma, but I’ve always been in good health.”

“It’s good that you’re healthy.” Malorie narrowed her

You need to put on some weight. Look at you, barely having any flesh on your bum! The rich folks don’t like your sort, you know, as you’re unlikely

smile on Arielle’s face was beginning

merely birthing machines in

for Henrick’s personality. Like mother, like

toward him with a

well on

still young. Let’s not terrify her just yet. Anyway, we’ve been

expecting

too!”

cleared his throat and retorted, “Well, I suggested hiring a live-in cook for you,

turned the idea

a beat. “How can we hire a live-in cook under these circumstances? Those bastards would come banging on our

words instantly caused Henrick to silence

Arielle and asked, “Didn’t you grow up in the countryside? Can you cook? Or are you like that dead mother of yours, thinking you’re too