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—”

her autograph? What does that have to do with her? What made you think she lacks

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

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

It was me who went up to Arielle too. Since there was still some time before you

by one, the students stood up and expressed

Baxter, aren’t you being too strict

nothing to do

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

fury and finally spoke. “Enough! This case is

to decide whether we

source and saw it was none

frowned. “What else do