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—”

made you think she lacks

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

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

there was still some time before you arrived, I don’t see

the students stood up

Baxter, aren’t you being too strict on

nothing to

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

spoke. “Enough! This case is closed! Now, let

whether

and saw

else do you