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—”

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

chatty one, but this time he bombarded Donovan with a string of questions and points to ponder. The

stood up. “Mr. Baxter, this has nothing to do with Arielle. I thought she looked pretty and wanted a photo with her. If

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

one, the students stood up

Baxter, aren’t you being too strict on

nothing to do

in his industry and was highly sought after

suppress his seething fury and finally spoke. “Enough! This case is closed! Now, let

you to decide whether

toward the source and saw

frowned. “What else do