A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Arielle stood out from the rest who kept their head low since she was the only one who didn’t.

Donovan noticed her instantly and gave her a stony look.

Arielle reciprocated with a stern glance that shook him slightly. Her stare was so hostile that it sent shivers down his spine.

The way those eyes pierced through him felt familiar. He’d experienced something similar when a high-octane professor from overseas was in a rage.

It was apparent that Arielle’s stare was so much more intimidating that he lost his train of thoughts.

“Mr. Baxter, why isn’t someone like you, who received the best education in the nation, doing something more constructive?” Jared asked languorously.

Donovan was vexed by the remarks. “How could you say something—”

to do with her? What made you think she lacks the fundamental knowledge to join this class? Doesn’t it take time to assess if someone’s suitable for a certain role? As a lecturer, it’s too much of you to say things

never a chatty one, but this time he bombarded Donovan with a string of questions and

up. “Mr. Baxter, this has nothing to do with Arielle. I thought

right. It was me who went up to Arielle too. Since there was still some time before you arrived, I don’t

students stood up

aren’t you being too

has nothing to do

and more students stood up for Arielle. Donovan was the crème de la crème in his industry and was highly sought after by prestigious schools

“Enough! This case is closed! Now,

Who are you to decide whether we should stop talking

and saw

frowned. “What else do you