A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The next instant, however, Charles said, “By the way, the seller of the property is an exceptional head-turner named Ms. Sannie. She seems to be Chanaean, I think…”

That caused Vinson’s eyes to widen.

“What did you say the owner’s name was?”

Charles was so spooked by Vinson’s sudden input that he nearly lost control of the steering wheel.

To him, the man in the back seat looked to be one of high standing and few words. For him to speak up so abruptly did indeed cause the sales manager to jump.

However, Charles was also one who was suitably experienced, having dealt with his fair share of affluent folk. Thus, he was able to recover quite ably. “Her name is Ms. Sannie…”

The pronunciation of that name was the same as that of Arielle’s, and for some inexplicable reason, it gave Vinson a peculiar feeling when he heard it.

He could not help but ask, “What’s her Chanaean name?”

over correspondence after. Besides… I must apologize, for I’m not exactly at

to

a text tò Arielle who was working on a

contained only one question. Did

against keeping

end, Vinson curled his

that one’s intuition could sometimes be

name she went by while overseas, and that drew a

not run into Arielle before, this could have been an opportunity for them to become acquainted, only that their story might have played

own thoughts to wander until the sales manager’s voice droned back into his consciousness. “Despite the size of the estate,

hundred square meters. There’s also an infinity pool, wine cellar, gallery, and a private film theater. Its most unique feature, though, is the automated bonfire which you

own ears in annoyance. Only Vinson continued to listen in earnest while he envisioned how Arielle would have looked regarding

around this time that they arrived at that mansion which Charles spoke of, and Jordan was the first to alight, having

as though they were seriously here to shop for real estate because this hillside mansion was