A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 83,A Beauty with Multiple Masks
Fanny readily agreed, “Sure. Do reach out if you ever need my help. I’m taking part in a fashion design TV show, so I’ll be in the country for the next few months.” “All right!” The two chatted for a bit before exchanging contact details, then going their separate ways. Arielle was about to hail a cab, but an MPV suddenly drove up to her—it was Rayson. He rolled down the window and tee-heed. “Ms. Sannie, it won’t be easy to get a cab from here.
I’ll give you a ride home instead.” He mentally justified his actions. Mr. Nightshire instructed me to stay by Ms. Sannie’s side. Plus, I can’t help but worry about letting her go home on her own. Who knows? She might be the future Mrs. Nightshire. As Mr. Nightshire’s assistant, how can I allow such a distinguished figure to travel home in some dodgy cab? Arielle’s shoulders fell, giving in to his persistence. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you have anything better to do?

Like helping out at Nightshire Group?” Rayson chuckled awkwardly at her question. Little did she know, he had sorted out Mr. Nightshire’s schedule for tomorrow and looked through three of the company’s documents while waiting for her to shop. Arielle didn’t decline and got into his car. Unfortunately for them, their car broke down halfway. Then the two of them stood by the roadside while staring at each other.

Various cars drove by as they waited for the tow truck to arrive. As time passed, Rayson frowned deeper and deeper. He then checked their location and awkwardly uttered, “Ms. Sannie, the tow truck might take another half an hour to arrive. It’ll also be difficult to hitch a ride on this highway. I happen to know that Mr. Jupiter lives within this area. Perhaps we should head over and see if he’ll lend us his car…?”

half hour. The Jupiters lived in the northern suburbs, near the national park. Their home sat on a large estate. It had traditional architecture, featuring pillars as well as white and black color schemes. Tall white fences surrounded the house, guarding the artistically

soon as Vinson entered, he saw that the man had crouched into the corner. The man rocked his body slightly while mumbling a series of nonsensical words. His clothes were in tatters; the white

the cruise. Carter noticed that Vinson and Harvey had entered. He nudged his gold-framed glasses and joined Jordan in approaching them. “What’s going on?” Harvey glanced at the disheveled man before resuming, “This

he faking it?” Jordan shrugged. He tossed the toy rat aside and shook his head in response. “I’ve tested him, and it doesn’t seem like he’s faking it. He really is insane.” The rubbery rat that Jordan threw landed on Carter’s foot. Disgusted, Carter kicked it away. He nudged his gold-rimmed glasses once again and said, “This man drifted

like the whole thing scarred him mentally. We won’t get much information from interrogating him while he’s in this state. All we can do now is treat him in