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A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 186
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Chapter 186 Not The Sort To Kill Herself,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

Arielle unhurriedly fished out a photograph from her pocket and turned it to Susanne. Susanne glanced

at it impatiently. Upon recognizing the face in the photograph, however, her gaze lingered on it.

Depicted in the photograph was none other than her very good friend—Maureen. Susanne gaped at

Arielle, her eyes widening in disbelief. This vixen looks just like her! She gives off the same air too. Besides, she was able to produce a photograph… Thoughts raced wildly through Susanne’s

head. It can’t be! After a moment, Arielle commented coolly, “It looks like you do know my mom.”

Dumbfounded, Susanne continued staring at Arielle wordlessly. She raised a trembling finger and

pointed at Arielle. Her lips parted as if she were about to speak but only managed to croak out a single

syllable, “You…” Arielle nodded calmly. “Yes. I’m Arielle Moore, Maureen’s daughter.” Susanne felt her

head spinning. She had interrogated the butler for every detail about Arielle except for her name. If

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Susanne had known that this woman shared the same last name as Maureen, she would have been

able to deduce her identity more accurately.

It took Susanne a long while to recover from the shock. Gulping, she asked doubtfully, “Weren’t you

kidnapped ten years ago by those traffickers?” Susanne felt a wave of regret wash over her. When

Maureen died and her only daughter had vanished, Susanne had done her best to look for the

daughter. However, the chaos in Susanne’s own home fully absorbed her attention for a long while.

The missing person’s case had grown cold since then. Arielle nodded slightly. “I was, but a kind soul

rescued me. I had a high fever then and lost my memory, so I never came home. I only reunited with

the Southalls recently.

There were too many things to deal with, so I was only able to meet with you now.” Thoughts clamored

in Susanne’s mind. She felt ashamed for having cursed Arielle privately just moments before. However,

Susanne had never expected that Arielle, her dear friend’s long-lost daughter, would ever appear

before her eyes again. From the troubled expression on Susanne’s face, Arielle guessed at what she

was thinking and said earnestly, “Please don’t feel bad. You had no idea who I was, so I understand

why you reacted the way you did.

Besides, you thought that I was Vinson’s one-night stand. Let me explain everything. That night was a

complete accident, and nothing happened between Vinson and me. We’re just friends that intend to

stay that way. Please don’t think that I’m trying to marry into the Nightshire family to improve my social

status.” Susanne felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. She felt thoroughly put to shame by

Arielle’s maturity.

As an older woman, Susanne could not be certain that she had behaved with equal magnanimity.

Susanne bit her lip, then said, “I’m sorry for being rude to you earlier. You mentioned that you had three

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questions you wanted to ask me. What were they? Go ahead with them.” The tone with which Susanne

addressed Arielle had transformed completely into a meeker, kinder one. Arielle twisted her hands

together nervously.

“Was my mom’s death really due to suicide?” Susanne stared at Arielle, her eyes darkening. She

examined Arielle, then said cautiously, “Are you suspecting that your dad…?” Arielle nodded firmly.

“That’s right.” Susanne sighed heavily. “At first, I suspected that as well, so I conducted a private

investigation of my own.

I didn’t manage to uncover anything. They either managed to cover up their tracks completely, or it

wasn’t done by them at all.” Arielle’s brow furrowed. “If it wasn’t them, I can’t think of anyone else who

would hurt my mom. I can tell that you know this, just as well as I do. Mom’s not the sort who would kill

herself.”