A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 814

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 814

“A bad girl?” Aaron gasped.

Wendy‘s keen eyes caught the astonishment in his, and that filled her with tremendous satisfaction.

She nodded in affirmation. “That‘s right. You could see for yourself that she isn‘t in school today. We‘re going to have our monthly test the

day after and still, she‘s playing truant. Hence, it‘s no mystery why our homeroom teacher doesn‘t like her. That makes me curious, though, as to what it

is that you fancy about her?”

“I like that…” Aaron dragged out that last syllable before he spat out these words in Wendy‘s anticipatory face. “It‘s none of your d*mn business.”

Wendy was appalled. She bit down on her lip as she could scarcely believe how crassly Aaron would speak to a girl like herself. “Aaron, you…”

Aaron put a finger in his ear and cut her off. “You really are kind of annoying.”

“I…”

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“I think I‘m done here. You should go get busy on your own as I have other places that I‘d like to visit.”

This was his second time in Chanaea. Truth be told, opportunities for him

to leave Turlen were far and few in between, so he was certainly going to make the most of this one to explore this sprawling country.

While everyone considered Chanaea to be one of the four major nations with a long and illustrious past, it was Turlen that was truly the most ancient

and historically rich one of all.

The only difference was that Turlen had always been reclusive and constantly avoided contact with other countries. That was the reason why it was hard to pick up on their impr

history books.

Undeterred, Wendy chased after him when she saw him about to leave.

“I know Jadeborough pretty well, Aaron. Would you like for me to be your guide?”

“No, that won‘t be necessary.” He only felt that this girl talked too much.

Were they in Turlen, he would have grown bored toying with girls like her for a day before he kicked her to the curb. It

was a pity that they were in Chanaea where he could not blatantly employ force against anyone for fear of blowing his own cover.

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He tried to repress his own irritability and fished out a note which he passed along to Wendy. “Here‘s a tip. You may go now.”

When he saw no reaction from the stupefied Wendy, he stuffed the money into her hands before he turned and strode off.

Wendy stared at the money in her palms and then at

Arron before she became so incensed that her hands quivered.

What‘s the meaning of this, Aaron?

Did he take me for a server by tipping me?

She was so angry that she got blue in the face. Never before had she been so disrespected and humiliated!

However, it seemed to have slipped her mind that she had already undergone a similar experience prior to her arrival in Jadeborough.

“Arielle Moore! It‘s all that d*mned slut‘s fault!” Wendy cussed before she suddenly recalled seeing Arielle enter the library.

She tore that note in her hands to shreds and turned sharply toward the library.

This was an insult that she refused to stomach and she was determined to unleash her wrath upon Arielle for it.

A habitual truant is not fit to walk into the school‘s library!

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That thought drove Wendy as she stormed her way toward the library

If she was going to get it rough, there was no way she would allow Arielle to have it easy.

With the sheer number of students inside the library, she

reckoned that everyone must frown upon Arielle if she were to reveal that Arielle had been absent from school three days in a row.

After all, what good student would skip class that many days on the trot?

However, Wendy was not able to locate Arielle even after she combed through all five levels of the building.



What‘s going on? Did I mistake someone else for her, or had Arielle left?

After some deliberation, she was positive that it was Arielle that she saw as anyone else who looked even remotely identical would have been known throughout the

school by now.

Wendy thus sought out the school librarian in charge of the first floor. “Ms. Booker, may I ask if you‘ve seen Arielle Moore coming in?”