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Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 17

Yet, Arielle remained emotionless as if she weren‘t the least bothered.

And that was the truth; she truly couldn‘t care less about being forgotten by Vinson.

She knew that the Southalls wanted connections with the Nightshires because of their elite social status. Despite this, that prestige wasn‘t what she wanted or needed.

So, it didn‘t matter whether Vinson remembered her at all.

Shandie scoffed when Arielle didn‘t react to her.

Liar! Keep acting like you don‘t care then, Arielle./ bet that deep down, you‘re crying like a big baby who‘s hurt about the whole thing.

Serves you right!

Vinson would never be interested in a plain country bumpkin like you!

Little did the four Southalls know, Vinson‘s eyes had burned holes in the back of Arielle‘s head for quite some time.

He stayed that way until Arielle boarded her flight. Only then did he let out an intrigued chuckle.

Beside him, the assistant‘s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

What‘s going on?

Mr. Nightshire never laugh. He‘s usually unsmiling, and some would even say intimidatingly distant. I can‘t believe he‘s chuckling to himself now.

Also, this isn‘t sneering laughter. No. It‘s more genuine, like an amused laugh that comes from deep within one‘s chest.

It‘s been ages since I last saw Mr. Nightshire laugh like this.

While the assistant was deep in thought, Vinson‘s voice suddenly sounded. He asked, “Did you notice a difference between her and the others?”

There were three women in that family. Which is he referring to?

The assistant had worked alongside Vinson for several years now, so he knew better than to ask Vinson outright. He pondered for a while before recalling that Arielle had dressed differently from the others.

Then he answered hesitantly, “Indeed. The other three have donned well–known designer brands while that young lady‘s clothes… Well, they seem like some randomly bought clothes from an unknown stall.”

Even with such a sharp observation, Vinson still

shook his head.

shock. Did / guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not referring

assistant felt flustered, Vinson‘s voice spoke up once again. “I‘m not talking about

of relief since he had at least guessed

frowned in confusion. “If it‘s not the clothes, then what

Vinson‘s facial expression returned to its usual indifference. “It’s nothing. Let‘s

topic altogether. He didn‘t dare to probe any further, so he continued

ordered Arielle to carry out several mindless tasks throughout the flight. She was told to move their luggage to the overhead cabin, then tidy their coats and put them into the luggage, followed by taking out their

on…

else on the plane

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was merely their housekeeper.

bothered with doing all those tasks. All she did was comply with Henrick‘s request without

hold it in anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough!

“I thought you said that you helped Mr. Nightshire. So why didn‘t he

shook her head candidly. “I only did him a small favor then,

have…” Henrick faltered as he looked at Arielle. I guess having a naive daughter

it were Shandie who knew Vinson… she would have immediately caught on to my intentions and tried to get closer

We‘ll talk about this later. There‘s

feigned a child–like innocence as if she didn‘t know what

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them. “Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to your flight mileage,

seats not only out of stinginess but also because he knew that

onto his feet. “Thank you.

and Cindy stood as

he immediately explained, “My apologies,

ache. Then who will go

sure you‘ve realized that Arielle isn‘t very quick-witted. She won‘t be of much help at all. Plus, we‘re heading

turned grim before he finally

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can‘t help that there are only three seats. We‘ll still see each other once the

intensely

on her face. She refused

Arielle pressed her lips into a tight smile

her gaze. He then pranced away

harder to catch up now! I‘ll be off to the first–class

gritted her teeth at how Shandie was gloating around like some proud

motioned towards the first–class cabin. She then provoked, “You‘d