- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
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- Ecchi
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- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
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- Josei
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- Mature
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- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
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- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
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- Slice of Life
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- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter 167 Anything Unusual,A Beauty with Multiple Masks
Arielle let go of the name card. “Okay. The flight is tomorrow. Send your child overseas and keep a low
profile. I promise I’ll bring him back safe and healthy.” Larissa’s heart was beating fast, with her eyes
brimming with tears. “Thank you so much, Ms. Arielle. I knew that you were a good person all along.
But, what is it you want me to do for you?” “I… I want to know about my Mom.” Right as those words
left Arielle’s lips, Larissa’s face paled in fright, as though the former had mentioned something
terrifying. “Why?” Arielle asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Larissa said with a soft voice, “We’re forbidden to mention Mrs. Moore in this house. Arielle furrowed
her brows. “Fret not, Mrs. Southall is currently at the monastery, while Dad is occupied with his works.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey won’t show up here. Just tell me everything you know about my Mom.” Larissa carefully headed
to shut the door, before coming back to the conversation. “Ms. Arielle, to be frank, there’s a rumor
among the elder staff here. “Rumor?” Arielle shook her head right away. “I don’t want to hear any
rumor, just the facts that you know. Starting with the day my Mom got killed, did you notice anything
unusual that day?”
Larissa pondered earnestly for a while. “It was just the same as other days. Mrs. Moore headed to work
after sending you to school. Then later, we received the news that she jumped from the top floor of the
company.” Arielle’s gaze dimmed. “I know about all these. Please tell me something that I don’t know.
Think carefully, was there anything odd that day?” “If you say odd… I suppose there’s one thing. Mr.
Southall used to wake up late, and he would join his friends for card games after that. But he woke up
early that day. And instead of his usual sportswear, he went out in his suit.
I remember it well as he seldom wears his suit.” Arielle bit her lips to suppress her emotions. It seemed
like her prediction was correct that her mother’s death was closely related to Henrick. However, she
needed more information than that. “Anything else?” “I could not recall anything else about that day.
But I remember that Mrs. Southall cried hard at the funeral, even though they were not close as sisters.
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However, Mrs. Southall did not live here during that time. So if you’re suspecting her with the death of
Mrs. Moore, there’s nothing I can help.”
Larissa added, “Plus, Mrs. Moore was also not close with Mr. Southall. She used to attend all
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmoccasions alone without him. As Mr. Southall was the one who married into her family, he got a low
status during the time. He got looked down on by some of the housekeepers, and Mrs. Moore would
not allow him to be part of your life.” Thinking that Henrick was not her birth father, Arielle could
comprehend her mother’s action fully. Larissa spoke while observing Arielle’s expression.
“Shortly after we heard about Mrs. Moore’s suicide, we heard that you were gone. Rumor has it that it
was because Mrs. Moore didn’t pick you up at school, so you tried to find your way to the company but
were abducted on the way. Strangely, Mr. Southall did not call the cops, as he said he had hired people
to search for you. That’s all I know.”
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