A Beauty With Multiple Masks

As Vinson had his personal suite in every hotel under Nightshire Group, he brought Arielle straight to the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel. “They will deliver your clothes soon. I’ll wait for you outside,” he announced as he made himself comfortable on the couch with a tablet in his hands. His brows were knitted up as he clicked on the tablet in all seriousness as though work was troubling him. Arielle never expected that Vinson would stay right here. She felt extremely uncomfortable.

This was the first time someone of the opposite sex was in the room while she took a shower. Still, as Vinson was clearly busy working, it was unreasonable for her to express her discomfort. At that thought, Arielle spun on her heels and entered the bathroom without a word. She had no idea Vinson was clicking randomly on his tablet and only snapped back to reality when an “input error” message popped up on the screen. Heaving a breath, he lit a cigarette before inhaling deeply.

came from the bathroom. “Damn it,” cursed Vinson. He rose to his feet hastily and headed out. At the door, he bumped into the assistant, Iris, who was

Soir Coffee told her and made the call. To her shock, Vinson was the one who arrived at the scene. Vinson was saying, “You don’t have to return to Nightshire Entertainment

a call if you come across a problem you can’t solve.” He whipped out his name card from his pocket and gave it to her. “Here’s my contact number.” Utterly delighted, she thanked him