A Beauty With Multiple Masks

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Chapter 868 Toxic Powder

So this desk is going to be Arielle’s soon, huh?

Fine. Isn’t she famous on the internet because of her looks? I’ll make sure she’ll get a face no one ever dares to

look at!

Queenie then began scavenging through her suitcase. Soon, she found a bottle of light yellow powder, and she

evenly scattered it across the desk.

Her desk was different from the others as she had custom-made it. The desk was made with figured elm wood.

Once the powder fell into the grooves, it was camouflaged. Without a closer look, no one would notice it.

Just a little contact with the powder would make one’s skin itch and rot. Without a special kind of antidote, the skin

would be disfigured permanently.

Queenie coldly smirked. When she fantasized about how disfigured Arielle was going to be, her spirits lifted.

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With an arrogant scoff, she took her suitcase and sneaked out of the office.

After leaving the hospital, Queenie tried calling Donovan again.

Nevertheless, no one picked up.

Darn it! What the hell is Donovan doing?

Has he forgotten everything I’ve told him this afternoon?

Just as Queenie was about to storm her way to the school, Donovan suddenly called back.

The fury in her dissipating, she asked, “Why didn’t you pick up my call just now?”

“I was showering,” came his curt reply, but somehow it sounded alluring to Queenie’s ears.

All of a sudden, she thought about that long night they had when they were under the influence of drugs.

She had to admit that Donovan was indeed great in bed, and she was starting to miss it.

Clearing her throat, Queenie then subconsciously softened her tone and said, “Sorry. I had a last-minute surgery, so

I was late. Do I come to school to pick you up now?”

Despite her softened tone, Donovan’s voice remained cold. “I’ll give you half an hour. If you don’t come in half an

hour, I’m going back to sleep.”

“All right. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

With that said, Queenie ran to the parking lot.

Meanwhile, Donovan was surprised. The truth was that no matter how long Queenie asked him to wait for her, he

would still wait for her. After all, he was not as powerful as her in this relationship, and Queenie could drag him

down to hell any time she wanted.

Why is she suddenly so nice?

Donovan shook his head and told himself not to dwell on meaningless things like those. Then, he picked up the

hairdryer and began drying his hair.

An hour later, Queenie’s car came to a stop in front of the Mill residence.

The Mill residence was a relatively big courtyard house, and the entire place was worth over a hundred million.

The house would belong to whoever the head of the family was.

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On her way there, Queenie kept talking about what benefits they would get once she was the head of the family,

but Donovan had no interest in it.

When the car stopped, he immediately stepped out of it and walked away.

It’s a family meal. All I need to do is to show my face. Let’s just get this over with as soon as possible.

“Donovan!” Queenie cried out before pointing at the trunk. “Don’t go in empty-handed. You have to be serious in

putting on this show with me.”

Donovan then turned around to see the gift boxes of various sizes in the trunk.

Then, Queenie said, “These are bought according to every family member’s preference. When we go in, I’ll say that

you’re the one who bought it. If you don’t know what to say, I’ll say them on your behalf, but you’ll have to carry

them.”

“Got it,” Donovan grumbled as he took the gifts.

Meanwhile, Queenie only had a bag on the crook of her elbow as she hooked her other arm around Donovan’s

intimately.

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