Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire novel Chapter 27

“That’s why, girl,” Henrick continued, “You’ve to try
to get me one of those when you’re better acquainted with him, got it?”

Arielle sneered quietly but nonetheless nodded dutifully. “Yes, Dad.”
She then continued, “I’m going need more
knowledge to perform my role as ambassador, Dad. As I haven’t attended much school, could I
use your study to do some reading? I noticed that
you have quite a collection in there.”

What she figured was that there might be some
clues in there which may reveal the cause of her
mother’s death.
Henrick’s study was not a place which she was
allowed to access freely, so over the past week, she had not managed to find an excuse to get in.

The man hesitated before he nodded. “Sure! But you are not to go through any documents or the
likes inside.”
“Yes! Thanks, Dad!” Arielle’s sweet smile drew the
eyes of the people around her, and only she
herself was oblivious to how captivating she was.
Those looks only served to improve upon Henrick’s good mood, as he thought to himself
what a gem he lucked out on.
Not only was she beautiful, but she was also
skilled at latte art as well. He felt that somebody up there must really like him, and thought how

Arielle sneered quietly but nonetheless nodded dutifully. “Yes, Dad.”
She then continued, “I’m going need more
knowledge to perform my role as ambassador, Dad. As I haven’t attended much school, could I
use your study to do some reading? I noticed that
you have quite a collection in there.”

What she figured was that there might be some
clues in there which may reveal the cause of her
mother’s death.
Henrick’s study was not a place which she was
allowed to access freely, so over the past week, she had not managed to find an excuse to get in.

The man hesitated before he nodded. “Sure! But you are not to go through any documents or the
likes inside.”
“Yes! Thanks, Dad!” Arielle’s sweet smile drew the
eyes of the people around her, and only she
herself was oblivious to how captivating she was.
Those looks only served to improve upon Henrick’s good mood, as he thought to himself
what a gem he lucked out on.
Not only was she beautiful, but she was also
skilled at latte art as well. He felt that somebody up there must really like him, and thought how