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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.

guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not

spoke up once again. “I‘m not

of relief since he had at least

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

to its usual indifference.

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

since Arielle‘s stunt. Because of this, he ordered Arielle to carry out several mindless tasks throughout the flight. She was told to move their

on…

else on the plane assumed

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was merely their housekeeper.

she did was comply with Henrick‘s

in anymore.

interrogated with a sharp tone, “I thought you said that you helped Mr. Nightshire.

did him a small favor then, so it‘s normal that

looked at Arielle. I guess

have immediately caught on to my intentions and

talk about this later. There‘s still much you

lips parted, she feigned a child–like innocence as if she didn‘t know what she had done

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then, the flight attendant approached them. “Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to your

not only out of stinginess but also because he knew that

beamed as he bounced onto his

and Cindy stood

attendant soon noticed Arielle, who was the last to stand. Then he immediately explained, “My apologies, sir. You only have enough mileage

started to ache. Then who will

Cindy chimed in, “I‘m sure you‘ve realized that Arielle isn‘t very quick-witted. She won‘t be of much help at all. Plus, we‘re heading to Shandie‘s awards ceremony. So why don‘t we give the

face turned grim before he finally

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and explained in a matter-of–fact tone, “I can‘t help that there are only three seats. We‘ll still see each other once the plane

intensely

in her chest, but she couldn‘t show it on her face. She refused to let Cindy and

Arielle pressed her lips into a tight smile and said,

about this,” Henrick uttered while averting her gaze. He then pranced away with Cindy and Shandie for the

Dad loves me more. You‘ll have to work harder to catch up now! I‘ll be off to the first–class cabin, so you rest up here in economy–class, hmm? There‘s actually not much difference between the two cabins, save for the bigger seats

at how Shandie was gloating around like

Arielle motioned towards the first–class cabin. She then provoked,