A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 717

The call had been on speakers earlier, so Wendy heard everything. She bit her lip as she regretted
taking on the task.

If she had not volunteered for it, the one who would be reprimanded would have been Arielle instead of
her.

Darn it!

No wonder Arielle doesn’t want to do this. She must have known that things would turn out this way.

She’s nothing but a scheming b*tch!

Nevertheless, Wendy did not have the courage to voice that out loud to Arthur. She could only stand
quietly and endured the displeased glares from all the other teachers.

When Arthur saw the look on Wendy’s face, he said, “It seems like you’ve heard it. Take a pen and
paper and finish the letter of denunciation before leaving.”

At that, Wendy stopped biting on her pale lip and nodded. “Professor Sleight, this is my fault. I shouldn’t
have used machine translation just because I was in a rush. I’ll work on the report right away.”

Noticing the pitiful look on Wendy’s face, the anger in Arthur dissipated slightly. He hummed in
response before saying, “Contact Arielle and ask her to come and lend us a hand.”

Those words made Wendy stiffen before fury shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She then blurted out, “Professor Sleight, Arielle has rejected you before. She knows that she can’t
complete the task either.”



“Stop that,” Arthur cut her off. “I’m her teacher. I know her capabilities better than you do. It’s best for
you to finish the report quickly instead. I’ll contact Arielle myself.”

With that said, Arthur ignored Wendy and turned around to call Arielle instead.

However, Arielle did not pick up his call. Left without a choice, Arthur could only leave to translate the
lesson plan with the other teachers.

Jealousy was a green-eyed monster that took over Wendy. Gritting her teeth, she then walked out of
the meeting room toward the lecturers’ block. When she arrived at her destination, she called the
translator.

The call soon went through, and almost immediately, Wendy questioned, “What’s the matter with you?
Why did you use machine translation after a few pages? Haven’t I told you I wanted a thorough
translation?”

What came through the speakers was the translator’s confused voice, “Ms. Greene, I did translate it all
myself. How could I not have done as you asked?”

“Then why did the printed copy have the copyright notice of some machine translating site at the
bottom of the page?”

“How could that be? Ms. Greene, have you printed the wrong documents?”

At that, Wendy began spiraling down a hole of confusion.

The translator that her mother had hired should not be any less than a professional.

So what’s going on?



“Hold on. Let me send the file to you. Take a look at it yourself.” With that, she ended the call and sent
her the file.”

The translator soon called back. “Ms. Greene, this isn’t the file you’ve sent me. I don’t know what this
file is.”

“What?” Wendy let out a loud gasp. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I can send you the translated file I have. Once you check the email, you’ll know that I’m telling
you the truth.”

When Wendy checked her email and compared the two files, she then realized the translator was right
—the two files were different.

Who did this?

Absolutely livid, Wendy nearly crushed her teeth from the grinding

However, in the next second, Wendy came up with someone’s name—Arielle.

It must be her!

She must have wanted to mess with me. That’s why she hired someone to hack into my email and
swap the files.

No one else would have done this but Arielle!

“B*tch! What a b*tch!” Wendy shrieked, her screams echoing in the room like a banshee.


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