A Beauty With Multiple Masks
The press release was held at Grandview Hotel. At the moment, the hotel was already packed with
people. Most of them were wearing a white bandana with the word ‘protest’ written over it. The remaining
people were either there because they saw the news online, or because they wanted to get some
compensation.
They couldn’t get in, of course, but they could see the live broadcast through the big screen on the
hotel’s front door.
The only people who could get in were reporters, food quality assessors, and so-called independent
media.
Worried that the crowd might cause a commotion when they saw Vinson, the bodyguard asked the driver
to stop right at the entrance. Only then did Vinson manage to get in without a hitch.
However, Vinson didn’t go straight to the conference hall where the press release was held. Instead, the
man went to the restaurant and ordered some food.
Rayson was worried sick, and he said, “Sir, it’s chaos out there. Some of the media came uninvited, but I
can’t stop them, or that’d be bad for our rep. You might have to chase them out yourself.”
Vinson was flipping through the menu calmly. “I don’t see the need for that.”
“There’ll be a Q&A session later. Some of their. questions might end up ruining Soir Coffee’s reputation
even more.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Vinson paused for a moment, then he added, “This is the perfect chance to see
which outlet sold themselves out.”
Rayson was starting to sweat. He thought Vinson was calm. Too calm, actually. Shouldn’t he be worried?
Why is he having lunch instead?
His concern did not escape Vinson. “I can’t work on an empty stomach. It’s already one. Give me some
time to get my lunch.”
“Yes, Sir,” Rayson answered and was about to leave Vinson alone, but Vinson stopped him.
“Hold it.”
Rayson stopped in his tracks and turned around quickly, excited. “Do you want me to chase the uninvited
guests away?”
“No.” He handed the menu to Rayson. “Tell them to make two of everything I circled here. Send the extra
to
Arielle. You know where she is.”
“Yes.” Rayson took the menu over, frustrated. I knew it. This guy never gets worried no matter how bad
the crisis is. I shouldn’t put myself in a rut over this. Might as well pray to God so Soir Coffee can get
through this.
Rayson didn’t know the customer who was sent to the ER had already awakened and could come over
soon, so he was worried sick about the situation.
However, Vinson didn’t plan to tell him. He didn’t plan to tell anyone about it. Once the customer made
their appearance, it’d be hell for everyone who tried to attack Vinson.
At the same time, Wendy hurried back to Jadeborough University after saying goodbye to Susanne,
since she only had a period off.
She called Cecilia—who was in Horington—on her way back. It went through quickly, but Cecilia
sounded worried, “I saw the news, Wendy. Soir Coffee’s in big trouble. Did Vinson say anything about
this?”
Wendy hadn’t told her mother about the recent happenings, including the time when Vinson suggested
that she leave Nightshire Manor.
She bit her lip and answered, “Just ignore it, Mom. I need you to look into someone for me.”
“Who?”
“Arielle. She’s my classmate, and the young miss of Southall Group.”
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