A Beauty With Multiple Masks
“A bad girl?” Aaron gasped.
Wendy‘s keen eyes caught the astonishment in his, and that filled her with tremendous satisfaction.
She nodded in affirmation. “That‘s right. You could see for yourself that she isn‘t in school today. We‘re
going to have our monthly test the day after and still, she‘s playing truant. Hence, it‘s no mystery why our
homeroom teacher doesn‘t like her. That makes me curious, though, as to what it is that you fancy about
her?”
“I like that…” Aaron dragged out that last syllable before he spat out these words in Wendy‘s anticipatory
face. “It‘s none of your d*mn business.”
Wendy was appalled. She bit down on her lip as she could scarcely believe how crassly Aaron would
speak to a girl like herself. “Aaron, you…”
Aaron put a finger in his ear and cut her off. “You really are kind of annoying.”
“I…”
“I think I‘m done here. You should go get busy on your own as I have other places that I‘d like to visit.”
This was his second time in Chanaea. Truth be told, opportunities for him to leave Turlen were far and
few in between, so he was certainly going to make the most of this one to explore this sprawling country.
While everyone considered Chanaea to be one of the four major nations with a long and illustrious past,
it was Turlen that was truly the most ancient and historically rich one of all.
The only difference was that Turlen had always been reclusive and constantly avoided contact with other
countries. That was the reason why it was hard to pick up on their imprints in the history books.
Undeterred, Wendy chased after him when she saw him about to leave.
“I know Jadeborough pretty well, Aaron. Would you like for me to be your guide?”
“No, that won‘t be necessary.” He only felt that this girl talked too much.
Were they in Turlen, he would have grown bored toying with girls like her for a day before he kicked her
to the curb. It was a pity that they were in Chanaea where he could not blatantly employ force against
anyone for fear of blowing his own cover.
He tried to repress his own irritability and fished out a note which he passed along to Wendy. “Here‘s a
tip. You may go now.”
When he saw no reaction from the stupefied Wendy, he stuffed the money into her hands before he
turned and strode off.
Wendy stared at the money in her palms and then at
Arron before she became so incensed that her hands quivered.
What‘s the meaning of this, Aaron?
Did he take me for a server by tipping me?
She was so angry that she got blue in the face. Never before had she been so disrespected and
humiliated!
However, it seemed to have slipped her mind that she had already undergone a similar experience prior
to her arrival in Jadeborough.
“Arielle Moore! It‘s all that d*mned slut‘s fault!” Wendy cussed before she suddenly recalled seeing
Arielle enter the library.
She tore that note in her hands to shreds and turned sharply toward the library.
This was an insult that she refused to stomach and she was determined to unleash her wrath upon
Arielle for it.
A habitual truant is not fit to walk into the school‘s library!
That thought drove Wendy as she stormed her way toward the library
If she was going to get it rough, there was no way she would allow Arielle to have it easy.
With the sheer number of students inside the library, she
reckoned that everyone must frown upon Arielle if she were to reveal that Arielle had been absent from
school three days in a row.
After all, what good student would skip class that many days on the trot?
However, Wendy was not able to locate Arielle even after she combed through all five levels of the
building.
What‘s going on? Did I mistake someone else for her, or had Arielle left?
After some deliberation, she was positive that it was Arielle that she saw as anyone else who looked
even remotely identical would have been known throughout the school by now.
Wendy thus sought out the school librarian in charge of the first floor. “Ms. Booker, may I ask if you‘ve
seen Arielle Moore coming in?”
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