A Beauty With Multiple Masks

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Chapter 877 Asleep

After the glare from Arielle, Vinson lost all courage to keep offering boyfriends to Trisha.

It was a peaceful meal.

After Trisha hurriedly finished her meal—she could not truly enjoy the taste of her food—she rose to her feet, about

to bid her farewells.

Although she was not a social butterfly, she knew how to read a room.

Vinson must have felt that she was interrupting them for him to have said that earlier.

However, Trisha did not hate Vinson. If he was even jealous of a girl, that meant his love for Arielle had to be plenty.

She felt relieved with that thought in mind.

After Arielle sent Trisha into a cab, she grumpily entered Vinson’s car. “Aren’t you a little too hostile to Trisha? She’s

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shy. You’ll scare her like this.”

“I’m sorry.” Vinson shrugged. “I’ll take note of it next time.”

Arielle frowned. “Next time? I doubt she’ll have a meal with you around ever again.”

Vinson repeated, “Sorry. I guess I’ll apologize to her next time.”

Not wanting to start a fight with Vinson, Arielle sighed. “Forget it. That’ll scare her even more. By the way, let’s go

to Rocher Private Hospital before going home.”

“Okay.” Vinson then stepped on the accelerator as he mulled over the call he had gotten back when he was waiting

for Arielle at the school gates earlier.

It was a call from the Specialized Forces.

They told him that the target had stopped moving and that the target was at Turlen.

Cindy was indeed rescued by those who had killed Maureen, but should I tell this to Arielle?

He knew that once Arielle found out about it, she was sure to find a way to get to Turlen.

He had to find out as soon as possible what was different about that place from others.

The entire trip to Rocher Private Hospital, Vinson was lost in his thoughts.

Harvey’s sedative effects had long passed, but he was still drifting between the conscious world and the sleeping

world.

When Arielle arrived, Harvey was sleeping again.

She took his pulse and noticed that it was weak. Nevertheless, nothing major would happen to him. At the very

least, he was no longer on the verge of death.

Harrison, who had been in the hospital the entire time, worriedly asked, “Are you sure he’s fine like this? Why do I

feel like he’s sleeping more than a koala?”

A laugh escaped Arielle. “You don’t need to worry. It’s normal for him to rest for prolonged periods after a major

surgery like his. He can’t just start dancing right after his surgery, right?”

Harrison understood what she meant; he was only seeking words of consolation from Arielle.

“T-Then when will he start staying awake longer?”

Arielle cocked her head to the side and hummed. “I’ll prepare some herbs for him when I’m home tonight. Once

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he’s no longer intubated, feed him the herbs for a herbal and modern medicine combined treatment. I believe he’ll

be joking with you in the normal ward in less than half a month.”

Half a month was already swift for recovery, but still, Harrison felt it was far too long.

“That’s quite a while.”

Arielle nodded. “That’s the quickest he can go. I’ll prepare some medication for him. His body is quite strong, so I’m

guessing that he can be extubated tomorrow and start breathing on his own.”

Harrison nodded fervently, the anxiety in his eyes obvious to anyone who looked at him.

When Arielle turned around, she realized Vinson was missing.

She then tried to call him, but she realized he was engaged in another call.

Just as she was puzzling over the situation, she spotted Vinson through the window, standing outside and on his

phone again.

There was an odd expression on his face.

Did something happen?

“Ms. Moore,” came Harrison’s voice, disrupting her train of thoughts.

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