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—”

does that have to do with her? What made you think she lacks the fundamental knowledge to join this class? Doesn’t

he bombarded Donovan with a string of questions and points to ponder.

Arielle. I thought she looked pretty and wanted

who went up to Arielle too. Since there was still some time

by one, the students stood up and expressed

you being

nothing to do with

la crème in his industry and was highly sought after by prestigious schools around the

suppress his seething fury and finally spoke. “Enough! This case

you to decide whether we should stop

and saw it was none other than Arielle

frowned. “What else