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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.

assistant instantly stiffened in shock. Did / guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not referring to

voice spoke up once again. “I‘m not talking

sign of relief since

he frowned in confusion. “If it‘s not the

seconds, Vinson‘s facial expression returned to

dropped the topic altogether. He didn‘t dare to probe any

a foul mood ever 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 luggage to the overhead cabin,

on…

the plane assumed

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was merely their housekeeper.

doing all those tasks. All she did was comply with

Henrick couldn‘t hold it in anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough! Get

sharp tone, “I thought

her head candidly. “I only did him a small favor then, so it‘s normal that he

as he looked at Arielle. I guess having a naive daughter isn‘t always a beneficial

have immediately caught on to

then huffed begrudgingly, “Forget it. We‘ll talk about this later. There‘s still much you have to

a child–like innocence as if she

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

deliberately chose economy–class seats not only out of stinginess but also

bounced onto his feet. “Thank you.

and Cindy stood as

noticed Arielle, who was the last to stand. Then he immediately explained, “My apologies,

temples started to ache. Then who will go with us to first–class? Shandie

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 seat to

grim before

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turned to Arielle 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 lands. Ergo, it‘s

stared intensely at

it on her face. She

lips into a tight smile and

then pranced away with Cindy and Shandie

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

teeth at how Shandie was gloating around like some proud

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