A Beauty With Multiple Masks
At once, Vinson went rigid with shock.
He smiled boyishly, crinkling his eyes in the process.
Arielle stared at him unwittingly, for his smile could melt an iceberg.
His loving gaze made her heart skip a beat.
“I-I…” she stuttered. “Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m worried about you as a friend. That’s all.”
Vinson shot her a solemn nod. “I know. I’m your ‘Backer.’ I didn’t say you had something else in mind or
that you have a crush on me.”
Arielle’s cheeks flushed red as though all her deepest secrets had been laid bare.
“No one has a crush on you! Stop being narcissistic!” she raised her voice.
Calmly, Vinson nodded and admitted to it. “Yes, I’m a narcissist, so you don’t have to mind my words.”
Arielle was at a loss for words.
She swiveled her head around in a fit of fury and ignored Vinson’s presence.
Vinson loved it when she acted this way. His smile grew wider. I’m kinda glad this happened to me now.
At least I got to see how Arielle’s worried about me.
As Carter didn’t slow down, they soon arrived at the hospital where the customer was admitted.
It was General Hospital, a public hospital in Jadeborough.
The most prominent doctors in all of Chanaea were here to treat the customer, excluding the doctors in
Carter’s private hospital, of course.
Once the car rolled to a stop, Arielle hopped off.
Vinson caught up to her and explained, “He’s in the VIP emergency room. Let’s go.”
“Okay!” Arielle nodded. They then hurried into the hospital.
When Carter alighted his car, they were no longer in sight.
He muttered to himself, “Did they turn into cheetahs?”
Though I have long legs, I can’t catch up to them.
Shortly after, Vinson and Arielle arrived at the entrance of the VIP emergency room.
The family members of the customer had their hands on the nurse as they wailed in distress.
One of them was an elderly lady who was saying,
“Please save my son. He’s a fresh graduate who has a bright future ahead of him!”
The nurse assured her, “The best doctors in our hospital are inside. Calm down. We’ll do our best to
save the patient.”
The old lady refused to release her grip on the nurse as her tone turned furious. “Do your best? You’ve
said that countless times! It’s been ages since my son was wheeled into that room. I bet you aren’t even
trying to save him!”
The nurse seemed stumped. It was normal for the patient’s family to lose control of their emotions, but
she couldn’t refute their words and had to be at the receiving end of their unpleasant curses.
Looking up, she spotted a man and a lady rushing over to them from the other end of the corridor.
The couple was both slender and tall, with attractive features. They exuded charisma as though they
were the male and female lead of a romance novel.
As the nurse admired their appearance, she suddenly realized who they were—the CEO of Nightshire
Group and the ambassador of Soir Coffee.
“Mr. Nightshire?” she greeted excitedly.
The family members promptly turned at their shoulders to see who it was.
The old lady recognized Vinson at once. She dashed over and grabbed his collar.
“This is all your fault! Your shop killed my son! Give me back my son! Give him back to me!” she
demanded.
Instead of retaliating, Vinson blocked her punches aimed at his chest.
The man behind the old lady frowned at his actions and hollered, “Murderer, how dare you block her
punches? You deserve my mom’s punches!”
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