A Beauty With Multiple Masks

If you continue punching, you’ll cripple your hand!” “Let go of me! If it becomes crippled, so be it! I killed him, so I need to repay him with my own life!” Arielle refused to release her grip. At that moment, the woman who had been kicking up a fuss earlier rushed over and slapped Arielle. She was caught off guard, her cheek burned due to the pain. However, the second slap soon came. Arielle subconsciously wanted to grab the woman’s hand, but someone intervened before her and grabbed the hand. A loud crack sounded as the woman cried out in pain. “Argh! My hand! It dislocated!”

of them, an amused look appeared in his eyes. Arielle’s tears gushed out again. She slapped a hand over her mouth, preventing herself from

amusement in his eyes caused her heartbeat to quicken. However, the woman’s sharp voice shattered the initial atmosphere. “Return my son to me! Why did you save everyone else but my son? Return him to me now!” Arielle glanced at the woman. Although she tried to stay calm, she still felt extremely upset. It felt as if someone had splashed her with a bucket of cold water. It did not feel good to be scolded after doing something good. It felt like someone was piercing her heart—not fatal, but intolerably painful. She

an icy-cold glint. Even his expression turned colder. Glancing at the woman, he said in a frosty tone, “Looks like I wasn’t harsh enough, huh?” “Just beat me to death! Kill me, and