A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 144,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

Arielle and Vinson locked eyes. Her unwavering gaze communicated her firm stance whereas his stern gaze reflected the blaze surrounding them. The two looked like they were battling in silence. In the end, Vinson could not bear it and gave in. Turning his head away, he agreed. “Fine, ten minutes. I’ll give you ten more minutes.” Without any further delay, he removed his jacket and put it on Arielle. Afterwards, he went back to the corner where the flames were burning and continued to fight it. Even if I’ll die here eventually, I’ll strive for that ten minutes for Arielle.

“Ahem… Ahem…” Arielle coughed while covering up her nose. Speedily, she returned to her previous position and searched for the terminal that was controlling the smart door. The conflagration consuming the premises did not spark even a hint of fear in her. Focused, she was adamant in her quest. Come on, just a little bit faster. I can’t let Vinson down, I must bring him out of here. In the midst of it all, the concerned Vinson would still keep an eye on Arielle. Sitting upright, the bright light of the fire reflected on her fair skin, giving her a layer of radiant glow.

profile! As his gaze grew to be more intense, he willfully turned away and carried on with fire fighting. He had made an attempt to open up the windows, but they were all sealed. The worst thing was that the windows were made out of the same material as the glass door, which would not crack nor break. It seems like someone has it all planned out. Someone wants me dead. Vinson had been tricked several times by the mastermind behind all these evil deeds. He knew that the other party was insidious, but he did

the west coast, where winter spanned all year round… Covered in a silver fox coat, a man with regal dignity sat in a dark room. His eyes were fixated on the burning woods in the fireplace. Picking a lit firewood up with his slender fingers, he chucked it into the blaze accurately. Let it burn, let

and interrupted the tranquility in the room. The man furrowed his brows and stared into the direction of the door. The light beaming through the door aperture shone on the man, revealing the lower half of his stunning face. “What is it?” the man spoke with an Ustranation accent. The person who barged in said breathlessly, “Finally, I found you! I already said you’d be here at the old house, but Gerald insisted that