A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Wendy felt both jealous and humiliated. Arielle is definitely mocking me now.

However, she found that the other woman did not even spare her a glance but had fixed her gaze on Terry, who was standing behind her.

“Shall we go together?”

“Sure!” he agreed without hesitation, sticking to Arielle’s side like glue.

The other students had never flown in a private jet before and so voiced their agreement as well.

Just then, Blake and Sasha appeared with luggage in hand.

“Mr. Nightshire sent us here to protect you, Ms. Moore.”

“Okay.” Arielle had grown accustomed to their company, so she readily agreed to it.

She then addressed the other bodyguards, “Please inform Vinson that Maxwell University has sent a lecturer to pick me up, so I won’t be using the helicopter.”

They nodded but made no move to leave. It was obvious that they were waiting for her to board the

did not stop them. After all, it was out

others. Without sparing a glance at Wendy and Donovan, she led all

boarding gate

to Terry and the others, but they had vanished at the boarding gate as though they did not hear

they listening to Arielle and only caring about

where Arielle

was

bodyguards. And it’s not as though I haven’t sat on private jets. But now? I have no choice but to sit in the crowded economy class

mess at the thought that they were worlds apart. She felt a little unsteady

her flight brought Wendy back to the present. Looking at Donovan, who was also lost in thought,

his composure and remained silent

soon as they were in their seats, Wendy could no longer contain her curiosity. She

student of this university, and it is very hard for one to enter this institution, much less graduate. There are only a few Maxwell graduates in Chanaea, and we have a group chat. If she really is one of us, there’s no way I