A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 86,A Beauty with Multiple Masks
“Rayson?” Harvey frowned at Vinson. “Didn’t you instruct him to stay by Arielle’s side? Why has he come here to borrow one of my cars?” Vinson reacted with an equally puzzled gaze. At this, Harvey knew that there was no use questioning Vinson. He turned his attention back onto the butler and briskly instructed, “Let them in.” “Right away, sir.” The butler spun on his heel. It wasn’t long before he returned with the two guests.
Almost instantly, Harvey’s gaze found its way onto Arielle, who was walking behind Rayson. His brows raised in shock as he hadn’t expected her to show up as well. A pleasantly surprised grin spread on his lips while he dashed over to her side. “Arielle, what brings you here? Are you here to see me?” Meanwhile, Arielle was busy being in awe of the stunning wall carvings and accented details around her. She had lived abroad for so many years that this was her first time seeing a traditional-themed architectural build.

Its grandness mesmerized her. Once she finally stopped admiring the walls, her eyes roamed past the faces of Harvey and the others in the room. A lopsided sneer soon spread on Arielle’s face when she saw the woman standing behind Jordan—Yvette. What’s Yvette doing here all of a sudden? Yvette is just like Shandie; they’re both tarred with the same brush. I can’t bring myself to be nice to her. Arielle sharply withdrew her gaze from Yvette.

She then explained her reason for being here, “Our car broke down nearby. So, Rayson suggested that we borrow one of your cars to get us back home. Will that be fine with you?” “Absolutely! Which cars would you prefer? Please, take your pick from my garage.” Harvey had become uncharacteristically generous. His current behavior was nothing at all like how he had treated Yvette moments ago. He whirled around and motioned them to head for the garage. As he did so, Yvette finally got to see who the guests were.

better! Jordan was just about to defend me. Now that she’s here, Jordan might give her hell for mistreating me! Yvette pouted at Jordan. She simultaneously pointed at Arielle and whined, “Mr. Baker! That’s the woman who stole my clothes and forced me out of the

instinctively glanced over in the guests’ direction. Upon taking in the sight of Arielle’s face, his eyes rounded in surprise and recognition. It’s her! The goddess. The woman of my dreams! Yvette hadn’t noticed the subtle glee in

slits, radiating hatred at Yvette. His voice boomed. “Zip it!” Yvette was taken aback. She pursed her lips, unsure of why he shut her

on Yvette’s face paled to a chalky white. What the devil is happening now? Arielle tilted her head in confusion. Gradually, she recalled bits and pieces of meeting him. Then she calmly said, “Oh… it’s you.” From afar, Yvette cast a stormy gaze at the two’s reunion. She could