A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Vinson was extremely certain that Arielle would not say yes. Yet, in the next second… “Sure! I happen to have something that I want to tell you.” Vinson immediately frowned. She actually agreed? There’s even something that she wants to say to him? What gives? What common topic do they possibly have? It’s their first time meeting each other! Vinson could no longer contain himself. He approached Arielle and warned her intentionally, “Arielle, there’s one more shot tomorrow.

Watch your diet. Don’t consume any junk and affect your performance tomorrow.” Before Arielle could answer, Harvey chimed in, “Don’t worry, Vin, the CEO. Rest assured that I won’t treat her to any junk food that will pose an adverse effect on her work tomorrow. We’ll have a healthy diet, all right?” With a darkened face, Vinson muttered, “It’s up to you.” Then, he left. The perplexed Harvey stared at his back and grumbled, “This fellow…” “What’s wrong?”

matter. We have plenty of chances to meet up anyways.” “I see. Shall we go?” “Let’s go! What would you like to have?” Sitting in his car, Vinson witnessed the two of them chatting happily as they boarded their vehicle. Subconsciously, Vinson tightened his grip on the documents in his

they arrived at an Italian restaurant. Arielle and Harvey sat opposite each other, enjoying some delicious pasta. She ate hastily and then went straight into the topic. “Mr. Jupiter, I need to tell you something…” He put down his fork and interrupted her words.

the future? Nothing like today shall ever happen again.” Arielle articulated her intention calmly, but firmly. An unfathomable coldness layered her

as planned under his control. His self-assurance came from his excellent family background as well as his outstanding abilities. When he was in the army, he was a marvelous soldier. In the business sector, he remains a competitor that others revered. The Jupiters were one of the most prominent families in Jadeborough. He could basically command anyone to do anything as he wishes within a snap of his finger.

hunch about where he was going with that. “What do you mean?” He took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to make a confession. “Ms. Moore, I like you and I