A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

Did my ears deceive me…? Yvette stuttered in disbelief, “Y-You… what did you just say?” Harvey shoved his hands into his pockets and asserted impatiently, “I said Arielle can have whatever she desires. No one is to get in her way. Now, as for you… Correct me if I’m wrong, but were you speaking ill of her?” Despite Harvey’s good looks, his chiseled features twisted into a sharp, distasteful frown. A dangerous aura emitted from him as if he was taunting Yvette for her reckless complaints.

In response, Yvette shuddered even more. She panicked. How could this happen…? I came here to tell them that Arielle had mistreated me. So why is Harvey looking at me like I’m the villain in this story? On the other hand, Sharon remained kneeling on the ground. Her face had paled to a ghostly white that was full of regret. Why did I think that following Yvette here would benefit me? I should have just gone for tea with the others! What the hell was I thinking—sleeping with Vinson? 

I can’t even think about it after witnessing how scary he is. No ordinary person can look at him without getting chills; I can’t stop shaking after looking at his dark eyes. Sharon was on the verge of tears. Compared to her, Yvette had more mental resilience and quickly got over her fear. Yvette then took a gamble by placing all her hopes on Vinson to react accordingly. “Mr. Nightshire…” Yvette mewled with a small panicky voice, “I-I’m not speaking ill of Arielle… I’m telling the truth because I worry for you.

Your assistant’s arrogance is disgracing your reputation. For your sake, you should do something about him…” Vinson’s lips pressed into a thin line as he glowered at Yvette. Who does she think Arielle is? I may not know Arielle very well, but I don’t believe a single word that spews out of Yvette’s foul mouth. I would have asked the housekeepers to escort Yvette out by now if she wasn’t Jordan’s fiancée. Vinson bit down his irritation while uttering a tart reply, “Let me spell it out for you, Ms. Actonward. I don’t appreciate you meddling with the affairs of my assistant.”

He had unknowingly said assistant as opposed to Arielle, which he initially intended to say. All color drained from Yvette’s face. “I…” she opened her mouth, but the words never came as her mind went blank. Never in a million years could she have predicted this to happen. Great! That one is biased to the country bumpkin for no damn reason, while this guy wholeheartedly trusts his assistant. Why isn’t anyone on my side?