A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Henrick cast Arielle a reassuring look before he regarded his own mother. “You’re unwell, Mom, and that’s why your appetite is poor. Regardless, you should at least try to have some…”

Through Henrick’s persuasion, Malorie managed to consume a few but completely lost her enthusiasm by the fourth piece. “Enough. I’m done eating.”

With a sigh, Henrick motioned for Arielle to leave with his hand, and the latter vocalized her acknowledgment before she turned to head out.

No one noticed the sly curl upon her lips.

Of course it’s awful.

She had a reason to make it tasty while they were out in the countryside. Now that the situation did not call for it, why would she put in the effort at all?

It was not as if she was here to be Malorie’s personal cook!

Henrick, though, was not going to suspect foul play because how would it have occurred to him that a dutiful and filial daughter like her could harbor such deviousness?

Apart from Vinson, she had no desire to spend the rest of her life making ravioli for anyone else as far as she was concerned.

became aware of

cast them out before she returned to the

to delay things further, and being tired of pretending to be docile, she wanted to see this through as

sales office in the Western

real estate and also where

do so at a place that seemed fitting for him so that those who hid in the

Jordan hence strode inside

remarkable-looking duo carried themselves immediately impressed upon the sales manager there that these were two exceptionally wealthy individuals, and that prompted the manager to approach them with a welcoming

he recognized their nationality. “A very good afternoon to you, gentlemen. Might you

some property?”

but in truth, he was carefully scrutinizing

with his hands stuck inside

got

of a scaled architectural model where he enthused, “Here’s a building located in the south of Chanaea. It’s twenty-seven stories high and has a floor area spanning

manager, catching the latter off guard.

Vinson replied, “I’m not