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—”

autograph? What does that have to do with her? What made you think she lacks the fundamental knowledge to join this class?

this time he bombarded Donovan with

has nothing to do with Arielle. I thought she looked pretty and wanted a photo with her. If you’re talking

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

one, the students stood up and expressed their

you being

has nothing to

was the crème de la crème in his industry and was highly

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

to decide whether we should

looked toward the source and saw

else