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—”

got in here, you started pouring oblique accusations on a poor girl. What’s wrong with people asking for her autograph? What does 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 a certain role? As a lecturer, it’s too much of you to say things like

with a string of questions and points to ponder.

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

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

one, the students stood

being

nothing to do

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

This case is closed! Now, let me talk about

on a second. Who are you to decide whether we should stop

toward the source and saw it was none other than Arielle

“What else do