A Beauty With Multiple Masks
“Sure.” Carter then handed his phone to Arielle. “Chief, Vin wants to speak to you.”
At that moment, Carter was looking at Arielle with nothing but respect for the woman in his eyes.
“Hello?” greeted Arielle after putting the phone to her ear.
Out of curiosity, Carter wanted to eavesdrop but could not because of how low the volume was on the
phone. Although he could not hear anything, he could see Arielle’s straight face slowly turning red.
“Money will do,” uttered Arielle before hanging up on Vinson.
Since Carter had never seen the woman blush like that before, he wondered what Vinson could have
said to make Arielle react that way.
“What did he say?” Dying to find out, Carter questioned Arielle the second she returned his phone to him.
“Nothing much,” answered Arielle briefly to brush the man off.
She had no intention of repeating Vinson’s narcissistic words. “I’d like to thank you with a monetary
payment, but I’m sure you’re not short of money. What you lack, though, is a fine gentleman like myself.
Lucky for you, I’m available. What do you say?” offered Vinson when the two were on the phone.
Carter would have continued with his questioning had they not reached the patient’s family. After
swallowing his curiosity for the moment, Carter opened the door to see how the family was doing.
The old lady was still crying but was doing much better than before.
Sitting next to her was her eldest son swiping away on his phone. He seemed to have given up trying to
stop his mother from crying.
The two immediately turned to the door when they heard someone opening it.
Like a machine, Arielle gazed coldly at the son’s face, scanning every inch of it.
Unnerved by the woman’s relentless staring, he gulped before asking anxiously, “Didn’t you enter the
emergency room just now? So how is my brother doing?”
Without responding to the son, Arielle made a gesture and ordered mercilessly, “Beat him up.”
Naturally, the son was stunned, and so was Carter before he quickly regained his senses. Then, Carter
turned around and gestured for the bodyguards behind him to give the son a good beating.
Dumbfounded at the scene, the old lady took a while before jumping to her feet to defend her bloodied
son. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just beat
someone up like that. This is against the law! Stop it! Stop it now!” exclaimed the old lady as she tried to
shield her son from the incoming attacks with her body.
“Stop!” As soon as Arielle gave the order, the bodyguards stopped attacking, so the old lady was left
perfectly unharmed. On the other hand, the man cowering behind her had blood dripping down from his
already broken nose.
“What the hell was that for?” roared the injured man, who was as angry as he was terrified.
His mother, too, was upset about the violence. “That was unacceptable! And here I thought you were
good people. Now I see that my old age has made me a poor judge of character. You’ll pay for what you
did to my son! I’ll make sure you answer for your actions in court!”
“Are you absolutely sure that’s what you want to do?” Arielle raised a brow challengingly at the old lady.
After second-guessing herself for a second, the old lady puffed up her chest once more. “Of course!
What reason could you possibly have to beat up my son like that?”
“Actually, I do,” responded Arielle before shifting her focus back onto the son. “Before protecting your son
like that, maybe you should ask him what despicable things he’s done to deserve such a beating.”
The old furrowed her brows in puzzlement. “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t look at me; ask him. Turn around and ask him about his plan to kill his brother. Get him to tell you
how he poisoned his brother and blamed Soir Coffee for it. Maybe he’ll tell you if money is really more
important than the life of his own brother.”
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