A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Arielle’s voice trembled as she said that.
Words could not explain how excited she was. After all, she had been looking for that man since a long
time ago. She tried to search for him after visiting her mom and Susanne. Moreover, she also asked her
subordinates for help, but all her efforts were in vain.
She had no single information about the man, including his name and appearance. The global population
was nearly eight billion, so there was no way that she could find him in that situation.
However, she finally found out how that man looked like now.
It’s all thanks to Dad for kicking me out and giving me the house! Arielle was beyond excited.
But then, she was a little lost at the same time. Should I be happy about this?
Vinson stared at Arielle’s complicated expression as he asked in confusion, “Now that you have found
the photo, it’ll be so much easier for you to find your biological father now. Why are you making this
face? Aren’t you happy?”
Arielle smiled wryly. “But he didn’t show up after what had happened to Mom, even after her death. I
don’t know whether he has anything to do with that, and if he does, I won’t let him off even though he’s
my biological
how I should react to that.”
Vinson reached out a hand to pat her head. “Don’t overthink things for now, okay? You’ll find out
everything after meeting him. At least you’re one step closer to the truth now, right?”
He leaned closer to her. The refreshing scent of cedarwood wasted in the air, overwhelming Arielle.
She looked up and met Vinson’s gaze. His dark eyes were soft, glimmering with adoration.
Arielle’s heart began to pound faster as her face flushed red. Awkwardly, she pushed Vinson’s hand
away and coughed. “Yes. That’s a good thing, after all. I’ll ask my men to try the face recognition function
in the database room. If his information is in the database, we’ll get to find him within one or two days.”
“Okay. Give me a copy of the picture. My company has a private global faces database. That should
make our work easier.”
“Okay.” Arielle nodded, trying hard to calm herself down.
As soon as they finished discussing the photo, they headed to the supermarket nearby.
“What do you feel like eating? Ravioli?” Arielle asked while pushing the trolley.
“I want to try some of your other dishes,” Vinson said. “I can be your assistant.”
Arielle recalled how Vinson turned the noodles into a cursed dish, so she shook her head immediately.
“Forget about that. You can help me to clean the dishes.”
Vinson smiled helplessly. “Why do you sound so disdainful? Are my culinary skills that bad?”
Arielle shrugged. “Pardon me for being straightforward. You’re quite bad in that.”
Vinson tucked both of his hands into his pockets and smirked mischievously, “In what? Bed?”
Arielle’s smile froze as she blushed.
“You’re crazy.” With that said, she pushed the trolley and walked toward the vegetables section.
Vinson followed behind her. As he passed by the household supplies areas, he stopped to pick a few
matching toiletries for both of them.
He chose two similar towels, two toothbrushes in the same shade, and two rinsing mugs that were black
and white.
Meanwhile, someone stopped Arielle while she was picking the vegetables.
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