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—”

that have 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

this time he bombarded Donovan with a string of

couldn’t hold it in anymore and stood up. “Mr. Baxter, this has nothing to do with Arielle. I thought she looked pretty and wanted

Arielle too. Since there was still some

the students stood up and

being too strict

has nothing to do

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

fury and finally spoke. “Enough! This case

second. Who are you to decide whether we should stop talking about this?”

and saw it was none other

else do