A Beauty With Multiple Masks
The driver had just finished listening to Soir Coffee’s news, so he turned around to ask, “Oh, you’re there
to ask for compensation as well, miss?”
“What compensation?” Queenie frowned. She didn’t like the driver butting into her business.
But since she was wearing a cap, the driver didn’t notice her annoyance, so he continued, “It’s all over
the Internet. The café’s customers who are at the scene will get compensated. I just sent one of their
customers to the hotel earlier.”
Queenie’s frown deepened. “I’m not their customer,” she answered coldly.
The driver realized that Queenie was getting irritated, so he turned around and told her to sit tight as he
stepped on the accelerator.
They stopped before a red light a short while later. Coincidentally, a branch of Soir Coffee was right
across the traffic light, and the LED screen on the front door was playing its ambassador’s clip.
“There, you see,” the driver started again. “That girl there is Arielle. She’s the ambassador, but guess it’s
not her lucky day. Everywhere she goes, she’s bound to get spit on. Poor lady.”
Queenie wasn’t going to talk, but when the driver brought Arielle up, she reflexively looked at the screen.
The lady in the video was wearing a resplendent dress,
standing within a beautiful castle. Her skin was snow white, her beauty transcending reality. Not even the
most beautiful celebrity could hold a candle against her.
“Arielle…” Queenie mumbled. So this ambassador saved the patient? She recalled Zachary’s
description, so she was sure the girl on the screen was the same one Zachary talked about.
At first, she didn’t believe it when Zachary said Arielle got the serum from someone. After all, Zachary
might be a smart, capable man, but he’d throw that out of the window whenever prejudice got in the way.
But when she saw Arielle for the first time, Queenie had to agree with him. After all, who’d be a doctor if
they had that kind of beauty? Besides, if Arielle was really a great doctor, Queenie would have heard of
her name by now, given how gorgeous Arielle was.
Queenie squinted at the screen, etching Arielle’s face into her memory. She started agreeing with
Zachary about the fact that Arielle did all this so she could get Vinson’s attention.
Well, not on my watch. I’ll have to keep an eye on the patient, or else this woman is going to get him
killed. She urged the driver, “Can you go any faster, driver?”
Finally, after her incessant urging, the taxi came to Grandview Hotel, but the driver had to stop a few
dozen meters away. The front door was packed, and more and more people were gathering before it.
Not a single car could get close, for every road around the hotel was blocked.
Queenie paid the fare and got out of the car. The first thing she saw was the police trying to keep the
crowd under control, but even with their help, it was hard to keep everything in order.
At the same time, half an hour had passed.
Queenie went around and went in through the side door. She showed her doctor’s license to the
bodyguard standing sentry, saying, “Mr. Nightshire invited me here to treat the patient.”
The bodyguard recognized her, but he had to confirm, “You’re Dr. Mill, right?”’
Queenie nodded. She wasn’t surprised the bodyguard recognized her, since she was a famous doctor in
Chanaea.
Queenie raised her chin proudly. “Yes. Now can I get in?”
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