A Beauty With Multiple Masks

As if it had been orchestrated, a notification popped up on the screen.

Arielle gave it a cursory glance but did a double-take when a name caught her attention. It was a message from Donovan.

“Donovan?”

Recalling Trisha’s stiff expression, Arielle reached for the phone.

Trisha was still fast asleep. Knowing that there was no time to waste, Arielle seized her chance and unlocked the phone.

All of Donovan’s messages to Trisha were on full display.

Donovan: Where are you, Trisha? We’re all gathered at the school gates, and you’re the only one left.

Trisha: Mr. Baxter, I forgot to tell you I’ll be heading over with Arielle. I’ll meet you on the plane.

Donovan: Arielle? Why are you with her? She’s not even taking the test! People of her kind are bad influences; she’ll lead you astray. I order you to come to the school right now!

I’m already on my way to the airport. I can’t make

so? Then forget about joining our interview training! Just

no reply from Trisha’s end after that. This message was probably the

read: Don’t contact me after you reach Lightspring. From now onwards,

Arielle narrowed her eyes.

yet Donovan keeps aggravating Trisha with his harsh words. Is this really how a teacher

been annoyed at Donovan since the charity event at the auditorium, and

on the man

now, she could not just sit back and watch Donovan tyrannize her friend. She was going to unleash her wrath, and this time, there was

the latest

observing Arielle’s actions, tossed her

“Donovan,” Arielle mouthed.

a surge

Trisha was different. On top of being sensitive, Trisha had a history of autism. Any negative stimuli could

“Boss,