A Beauty With Multiple Masks
“This is their owner’s contact number. I heard she’s just a student.” The assistant handed a contact to
Aaron.
Alas, Aaron wasn’t in the mood to buy the restaurant now. He didn’t even spare the contact a glance as
he ordered, “Pay the bill. I need to leave.”
His assistant grunted In acknowledgment and ran off to pay for the meal.
In the library archive.
Arielle was engrossed in reading the files when her phone began ringing.
It was a call from Maureen’s Kitchen’s manager, so she answered it. “What’s wrong?”
“A foreigner stopped by today and asked to acquire our restaurant. I rejected their offer, but they kept
increasing the price until it reached ten million. Since I don’t call the shots, I gave them your contact.”
“Mm, got it. If they contact me, I’ll deal with them.”
“Okay.”
After the call ended, Arielle fell into deep thought.
I should register Maureen‘s Kitchen as a trademark when I‘m free. After that, I‘ll make Maureen‘s Kitchen
a global franchise business.
Right after the manager hung up, Vinson’s call arrived.
Arielle connected the call and inquired, “Did you find Cindy?”
“No, sorry.” Vinson paused before adding, “But I’ve set roadblocks at all the exit routes of Jadeborough.
I’m sure I can find Cindy as long as she doesn’t turn into a butterfly and fly out of the city.”
Sighing, Arielle answered, “Got it. Thanks for your effort.”
“It was my men’s fault, so the responsibility is mine. What about you? Rayson told me you went back to
campus. Classes should’ve ended by now. So why are you still there?”
“I’m in the archive right now looking for the man in the photo.” Arielle glanced at her phone screen and
realized it was already past seven in the evening.
“You can continue your search tomorrow. Come, let’s have dinner together.” Vinson extended an
invitation.
“Where are you?”
“At the campus entrance,” came his answer.
His words warmed Arielle’s heart. “All right. I’ll head out now.”
“Great. I’ll wait for you, so there’s no need to rush.”
After the call ended, Arielle placed the file back into its position and left the archive.
At the entrance, she saw Vinson leaning against his car with a cigarette dangling from his ips.
His aloof elegance made many students halt to gawk at him.
Arielle marched forward and tapped his shoulder. “Hey, bee!”
“Bee?” Vinson turned around, his gentle gaze landing on her figure. “Why did you call me a bee?”
“Don’t you realize you’re attracting attention like a bee?”
“Flowers attract attention, not bees.”
“I’ll call you flower, then.”
“That sounds ridiculous.”
Conversing heartily, they entered his car. Wendy was heading back to campus after dinner and
happened to spot them together.
Overwhelmed by jealousy and hatred, she was about to curse Arielle inwardly when someone started
talking behind her. “That’s Wendy, right? Look at how she’s glaring at Arielle. She looks terrifying.”
“Shh, lower down your voice. That nutcase might set you up so you’ll get reprimanded by Mr. Brown.”
Wendy’s legs trembled when she heard those words.
Although she wanted to slap those two gossipmongers, she reckoned they would post about it on the
forum if she did, making her a ‘nutcase’ forever.
With nowhere to vent her frustrations, Wendy took a deep breath and decided to head to the library to
revise.
I‘m going to sit for the tests soon. Brainiacs are always well–respected at Jadeborough University, so I
shall shut them up with my results!
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