A Beauty With Multiple Masks

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 633

Henrick’s assistant walked out of the registry office shortly after.

Unlike his obsequious behavior in the past, the assistant was acting exceptionally arrogant. He threw a brown envelope to her and haughtily uttered, “This is from Mr. Southall. Inside it contains a certificate of property ownership and keys. There’s also a card amounting to a million. The password to it is six zeros.”

Unbothered about his attitude, Arielle courteously nodded as she replied, “Thank you.”

Judging at how polite she was, the assistant reckoned she was a pushover. He mockingly added, “I’ve tidied up the house. You can return to the manor to pack your belongings, but you can’t take any valuables with you. And from today onward, you can’t step into the manor as you wish without permission. I’ll report you to the cops for trespassing if you do that. Are you clear, Ms. Arielle?”

At this point, he covered his mouth and laughed sarcastically. “Look at me. I forgot you aren’t the Southalls anymore. Miss, from now on, please know your place well. Do not live as a member of the Southalls in public. Of course, we won’t stop you from selling the house and bringing the money back to the countryside. I’m sure you can live a comfortable and well-off life with that sum of money.”

Arielle finally frowned upon hearing that.

She did not want to pick on the assistant, yet his words

only became more distasteful.

“You—”

could speak, a punch smashed straight into

the assistant screamed

his leg and served a flying

vocalize it. All he

the direction of the attacker. She saw a teen glaring at the assistant as he snarled, “How dare you talk to Ms. Moore with that kind of attitude! Are you tired of

toe. He had an uncanny resemblance to Hades when he furrowed his brows. Seeing his appearance, the assistant was so petrified that

at the teen, Arielle was sure she did not know someone like him. But a few seconds later, she somehow seemed

once seen Blake from an old photo Sasha provided when she was helping the latter look for him. But it took her some time before she could recognize him

teen nodded as he smiled widely, flashing two of his canine teeth. “Yes, Ms. Moore. Boss says I’ll be your bodyguard

“Boss? Vinson?”

your bodyguard after the funeral. But I decided to do it earlier as boredom is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself when I

head rigorously.

up a few more rounds and burst