A Beauty With Multiple Masks
In the end, Vinson placed Arielle’s head on his shoulders while she cried her heart out.
In fact, the man was a clean freak and would never have tolerated his clothes being stained. However,
he had taken the initiative to lend Arielle his shoulders, completely not minding the tears and mucus that
would get onto his shirt. It was as if his germophobia had been cured.
Initially, Arielle was just crying silently, but slowly, she started sobbing. Eventually, she started wailing out
loud.
What she was releasing was a combination of stress, helplessness, anxiety, and all kinds of emotions
that she had accumulated lately.
Many people had asked Arielle about the qualities her ideal partner should possess. However, she did
not ask for much. All she wanted was simply a shoulder for her to cry on-a man whom she could be
vulnerable with and who accepted her for who she was.
After a long while, Arielle finally calmed down.
“You haven’t had lunch yet, right?” Vinson asked gently while wiping away a tear from the corner of the
woman’s eye. “What do you feel like having?”
“I want to go to Maureen’s Kitchen.”
“Sure, let’s go there then.”
On the way to Maureen’s Kitchen, Arielle asked about Cindy.
“Have they found anyone suspicious on the plane?”
Vinson nodded and replied, “Yup, I was just about to tell you about it. They found two suspects who
might be wearing human skin masks and are currently tailing them. I’ll update you once there’s news.”
“All right.” Arielle nodded while clenching her fists.
Meanwhile, Queenie had finished watching Henrick’s court hearing online.
A hint of disdain flashed past her eyes when she heard Arielle admitting that she wasn’t Henrick’s
biological daughter.
So, Arielle is just Maureen and another man‘s illegitimate child?
Queenie had originally thought that Arielle was a dignified woman from a prestigious family. She couldn’t
help but wonder if Vinson was out of his mind to fall in love with such a lowly woman.
It didn’t matter how good Arielle’s medical skills were. To Queenie, one’s future was entirely determined
by one’s birth.
It was an undeniable fact that Arielle was just an illegitimate child.
Just as Queenie was cursing at Arielle silently, she suddenly received a text from Salvador: Ms. Queenie,
Mr. Mill has informed everyone that the Mill family is about to appoint the next patriarch. Please
remember to attend the family dinner tonight with Mr. Baxter.
Queenie was stunned for a moment when she saw the butler’s message, as it seemed like the event had
been brought forward.
Immediately, the woman rang Donovan, but her call was rejected. Having no other choice, Queenie
headed toward Jadeborough University during lunchtime and found Donovan in his office.
Donovan, who was busy marking papers in his office, heard the door open and thought that it was his
students approaching him to ask questions.
However, when he looked up, he saw Queenie walking through the door with a smile on her face.
The man’s expression darkened at once and asked coldly, “Didn’t I already tell you not to look for me in
school?”
Upon hearing that, the smile on Queenie’s face froze.
With a sullen look, the woman walked toward her husband and said, “Donovan, do you remember? It
was you who agreed to marry me back then!”
“Because you forced me to marry you,” Donovan replied through gritted teeth.
Queenie was crushed when she heard the man’s words and immediately fell into a bad mood.
Pulling out a chair and sitting down across Donovan, Queenie tried her best to control her emotions as
she said, “I’m not here to pick a fight with you today. I have a family dinner tonight, and I need you to
attend it with me.”
“I’m afraid I can’t. I have to conduct revision classes tonight,” Donovan rejected the woman’s request
straight away.
“Sure,” Queenie nodded and continued, “You can choose not to attend, but I guarantee that if you refuse
to cooperate with me tonight, tomorrow, your entire school will know that, as a teacher, you fell in love
with your student. Moreover, that student is the illegitimate child of her mom and another man!”
“Queenie Mill!” Donovan slammed on the table and bolted up as anger poured through him.
Looking at the man’s frustrated expression, Queenie finally felt slightly happier.
However, none of them noticed that someone had been standing at the door.
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