A Beauty With Multiple Masks

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A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 627

The person on the other end of the call somehow had mentioned something that made Cindy’s face fell.

After pondering for a few seconds, she uttered, “Go ahead with the surgery then. Though Mom is old, her body is

still healthy and strong. I’m sure she can make it through. Rick, no matter how much we have to spend, we must

save Mom! But honestly, don’t you think Arielle is a jinx? We haven’t had peace ever since she came. And now,

something has happened to Mom-”

Before Cindy could finish her words, her face paled again.

Arielle supposed Henrick did not heed Cindy’s words and hung up the call straight away.

Indeed, in the next second, she saw Cindy put away her phone while looking grimmer than before.

“Aunt Cindy,” Arielle muttered.

Hearing her voice, Cindy instinctively turned around to look, only to coincidentally meet with the former’s cold gaze.

A hint of guilt flashed across Cindy’s face. She quickly washed her herb tonic tea down with water and passed the

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glass to Larissa. “Your grandma is undergoing surgery soon. You better pray nothing happens to her. Otherwise,

your dad will surely think you’re the jinx!”

Arielle did not comment on Cindy’s words and merely kept a solemn expression as she instructed the

housekeeper to make her a bowl of pasta.

In fact, Malorie’s situation was within her expectations.

Anyone with medical knowledge would know a fall could mean nothing for a young, yet extremely serious for an

old.

Seeing the nonchalant Arielle, Cindy was brimming with anger. She appeared like she wanted to say something but

ended up returning to her room without saying anything

Meanwhile, Wendy had been observing the situation of Soir Coffee. She did not believe that Arielle would be able to

save someone.

At that, she was conflicted.

She had hoped that the person would not survive, yet on the other hand, she hoped that nothing would happen to

Vinson’s café.

She had waited so long for classes to end so that she could reach for her phone to search for news regarding Soir

Coffee.

A quick search led her to an edited video of Soir Coffee’s press conference. Purple with rage as she watched the

video, she clenched her fingers on the desk with so much force that marks were left behind.

It turned out that the victim was all well now and even appeared at the press conference as a witness.

Damn it!

“Wendy!” a girl called out to her in the classroom. “Shall we head to the cafeteria for a meal together?”

“No.” Wendy’s face was grim. “I’ll give it a miss. You guys can go ahead.”

“Okay.”

In any case, the girl had no intentions of cottoning up to Wendy. She had only learned that Soir Coffee was

framed after watching the news and thus felt ashamed for bad-mouthing Soir Coffee with the others earlier.

Upon hearing Wendy’s decline, the girl heaved a sigh of relief and pulled her other friends along to the cafeteria.

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As she walked off, she mumbled, “Wendy’s temper is so weird. Unlike her, Arielle is much better at her studies and

has a good attitude. But then again, why isn’t Arielle back?”

Another girl beside her shook her head. “I heard that someone in her family just passed. But I think she’ll be back

tomorrow.”

Coincidentally, Wendy happened to walk out of the classroom and overheard those words. A wave of resentment

and hatred hit her.

Arielle! It’s her again! Why is she everywhere? Why can’t she get out of my sight?

All she hoped for was for Arielle to disappear from the world.

Her anger only crumbled into nothing when she recalled her mother’s words. The thought of Arielle getting her

deserved punishment instantly made her feel better.

Late at night, Arielle finished her pasta and did some work for Sann Group. She also gave instructions for the

robotic pacemakers to be delivered within twenty hours.

The subordinates began execution upon receiving the command.

The production of Sann Group’s robotic pacemakers was in a count of ten devices for every batch each time. They

were then packed and delivered to Rocher Private Hospital in Chanaea.

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