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!

my way to the airport. I can’t

Just go to that beloved Maxwell University graduate of yours for

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

read: Don’t contact me after you reach

Arielle narrowed her eyes.

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

the charity event at

substantial harm on the man

tyrannize her friend. She was going to

her lips, Arielle deleted the latest message

Arielle’s

“Donovan,” Arielle mouthed.

He felt a surge of sympathy for the

he and Arielle would 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 stimuli could trigger her condition and force her into hiding

his breath. “Boss, is there anything