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—”

got in here, you started pouring oblique accusations on a poor girl. What’s wrong with people asking for her autograph? What does that have to do with her? What made

bombarded Donovan with a string of questions and

to do with Arielle. I thought she looked pretty and wanted a

went up to Arielle too. Since there was still some time before you arrived, I don’t see anything wrong with

by one, the students stood up and expressed

Baxter, aren’t you being too strict on

nothing to do

crème in his industry and was highly sought after by prestigious schools around the country. He’d

finally spoke. “Enough! This

are you to decide whether we should

and saw it was none other than

“What else