A Beauty With Multiple Masks

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Chapter 86,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

“Rayson?” Harvey frowned at Vinson. “Didn’t you instruct him to stay by Arielle’s side? Why has he come

here to borrow one of my cars?” Vinson reacted with an equally puzzled gaze. At this, Harvey knew that

there was no use questioning Vinson. He turned his attention back onto the butler and briskly instructed,

“Let them in.” “Right away, sir.” The butler spun on his heel. It wasn’t long before he returned with the two

guests.

Almost instantly, Harvey’s gaze found its way onto Arielle, who was walking behind Rayson. His brows

raised in shock as he hadn’t expected her to show up as well. A pleasantly surprised grin spread on his

lips while he dashed over to her side. “Arielle, what brings you here? Are you here to see me?”

Meanwhile, Arielle was busy being in awe of the stunning wall carvings and accented details around her.

She had lived abroad for so many years that this was her first time seeing a traditional-themed

architectural build.

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Its grandness mesmerized her. Once she finally stopped admiring the walls, her eyes roamed past the

faces of Harvey and the others in the room. A lopsided sneer soon spread on Arielle’s face when she

saw the woman standing behind Jordan—Yvette. What’s Yvette doing here all of a sudden? Yvette is just

like Shandie; they’re both tarred with the same brush. I can’t bring myself to be nice to her. Arielle

sharply withdrew her gaze from Yvette.

She then explained her reason for being here, “Our car broke down nearby. So, Rayson suggested that

we borrow one of your cars to get us back home. Will that be fine with you?” “Absolutely! Which cars

would you prefer? Please, take your pick from my garage.” Harvey had become uncharacteristically

generous. His current behavior was nothing at all like how he had treated Yvette moments ago. He

whirled around and motioned them to head for the garage. As he did so, Yvette finally got to see who the

guests were.

Her jaw clenched tautly with resentment. Why the hell is this b*tch here? Oh well, this is even better!

Jordan was just about to defend me. Now that she’s here, Jordan might give her hell for mistreating me!

Yvette pouted at Jordan. She simultaneously pointed at Arielle and whined, “Mr. Baker! That’s the

woman who stole my clothes and forced me out of the shopping mall.” Jordan wasn’t the least bit

interested in Rayson’s affairs.

Thus, he hadn’t bothered to look at the guests earlier. Now that Yvette was whining, Jordan instinctively

glanced over in the guests’ direction. Upon taking in the sight of Arielle’s face, his eyes rounded in

surprise and recognition. It’s her! The goddess. The woman of my dreams! Yvette hadn’t noticed the

subtle glee in Jordan’s eyes because she had fully immersed herself in playing the victim. “She is truly a

wicked woman. Please, you have to help me get even!”

At last, everything clicked into place for Jordan. He now understood who Yvette had been complaining

about this whole time. His dark eyes narrowed to slits, radiating hatred at Yvette. His voice boomed. “Zip

it!” Yvette was taken aback. She pursed her lips, unsure of why he shut her up. Without a moment to

waste, Jordan disregarded Yvette and clambered over to Arielle. He clumsily introduced himself, “Hi… do

you remember me?

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We met at your family home. And uh, oh right! I was the one who saved you from the dog!” All color on

Yvette’s face paled to a chalky white. What the devil is happening now? Arielle tilted her head in

confusion. Gradually, she recalled bits and pieces of meeting him. Then she calmly said, “Oh… it’s you.”

From afar, Yvette cast a stormy gaze at the two’s reunion. She could tell that Jordan was behaving

differently towards Arielle.

Jordan had always been a smooth-talker when it came to women. Yet, this was Yvette’s first time seeing

him in such a flustered state. So, something about it felt fishy to her. White-hot rage burned in Yvette’s

throat as she clenched her fists. Despite her anger, words refused to come out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Vinson grew annoyed since Arielle had acknowledged everyone but him. He cleared his

throat and began questioning Rayson, “Why are you guys here? Did something happen at the shopping

mall?” Rayson grimaced at the sight of Yvette. His voice was dangerously low while he recounted

everything that had happened earlier.

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