A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Having heard his words, Vinson looked up and gave that man an icy stare.
His eyes were filled with utter coldness and a trace of hostility.
The man gulped, for that single stare from Vinson had knocked his arrogance down a notch.
That was how intimidating Vinson’s presence was.
Arielle had learned about micro-expressions from the Wilhelms. She stood aside, studying the elderly
lady and the man silently.
The anger and sorrow on the old lady’s face were real, but the man was a different matter altogether.
When he spotted Vinson, delight flashed across his gaze.
When Vinson met the man’s eyes, Arielle also caught a glimpse of guilt in his gaze.
Guilt? Why does he feel guilty? And what about that flash of delight?
Besides guilt and delight, Arielle didn’t find any trace of concern on that man, as opposed to the old
lady.
From the various clues, she knew something was wrong but still couldn’t be sure about it.
When the lady noticed her eldest son’s silence, she burst out angrily, “So what if you’re rich? Give me
back my son!” She then rained punches on Vinson’s chest.
This time, Vinson didn’t stop her attacks, for he could understand how upset she was. Her son had
indeed collapsed after eating the food in his store, after all.
Just as her fist was about to land on Vinson’s face, a slender but strong arm stretched out to grab her
wrist.
Vinson glanced sideways, and Arielle’s frosty but protective expression appeared in sight.
Touched, he parted his lips to say, “Arielle, I’m fine. Let her vent her frustrations on me.”
How much damage could an old lady cause? He didn’t mind getting punched as long as she could
calm down.
Alas, Arielle refused to listen to him. She gripped the elderly woman’s hand tightly and reminded,
“Ma’am, your son is still alive. Besides, we haven’t gotten to the bottom of this incident. It isn’t right to
put the blame on someone else right now!”
The old lady knitted her brows together. “My son ate something in his shop and fainted before he could
leave! It must be that shop’s fault. What else could it be?”
Though the man behind the old woman was fearful of Vinson, he wasn’t afraid of a young lady dressed
in a strange manner.
“It’s none of your business, brat. My brother is in the emergency room because of him. He needs to
compensate us!” he declared.
“Compensation?” Arielle drawled, amused by his demands. “Sure. How much do you want?”
The man froze as a glint of delight appeared in his gaze. He barked, “Ten million and nothing less!”
“Ten million?” Arielle arched a brow. “That’s enough to buy a person’s life. Do you mean ten million is
enough if your brother were to die?”
The man hesitated before answering, “If my brother dies, besides the ten million, you need to close
down your coffee shop forever!”
Arielle nodded thoughtfully. “If he survives, we don’t have to compensate you, right?”
“Er…” The man faltered.
Right then, Arielle spotted the hesitance in his gaze.
Obviously, ten million was more important to him than his brother’s life.
“Don’t worry,” Arielle uttered. “Your brother will survive. We’ll find out what happened to him.”
Right after she made that announcement, the door to the VIP emergency room slid open.
“Is the patient’s family here? Please prepare yourselves, for the patient’s just gone into cardiac arrest.”
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