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!

but I’m already on my way to the airport. I

training! Just go to that beloved Maxwell University graduate of yours

reply from Trisha’s end after that. This message was probably the reason

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

Arielle narrowed her eyes.

on edge when exams roll around, yet Donovan keeps aggravating

the charity event at the

any substantial harm on the man

back and watch Donovan tyrannize her friend. She was going to unleash her wrath, and this time, there was no holding

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had been observing Arielle’s actions, tossed her a quizzical

“Donovan,” Arielle mouthed.

instantly. He felt a surge of sympathy for the

never let the likes of Donovan walk all over them, but Trisha was different. On top of being sensitive, Trisha had a history of autism. Any negative

Jared muttered under his breath. “Boss, is there anything