A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 677

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 677

Professor Harlem continued scanning the field persistently. He sighed when he could not find the person he was looking for. “I must have been mistaken. How could she ever appear here, let alone wearing a uniform?”

Based on her capability, she could have been a lecturer at Jadeborough University or more. Previously, she had even rejected the opportunity to stay at Maxwell University when a group of professors offered her a position.

I think I’m getting old. My eyes are starting to deceive me.

“I saw wrongly. Let’s go.” Professor Harlem waved his hands, gesturing Wendy to continue leading the way.

Heaving a long sigh in her heart, Wendy ushered him away.

At the field, Trisha ran behind a basketball stand, looking completely baffled.

“Arielle, why did you come here all of a sudden? The PE teacher wants us to go and learn yoga now.”

Arielle put a finger to her lips and shushed Trisha. Then, she pulled the latter backward while sticking her head out of the stand to take a peek at the fence.

When she saw that Wendy and Professor Harlem had gone far ahead, she was relieved, “Phew, that was close. Thank God I wasn’t found.”

“By whom?”’ Trisha was confused.

Arielle shrugged her shoulders as she walked away from the basketball stand. “By an annoying old man. Anyway, I’m good to go now. Let’s go do some yoga. I haven’t tried it in real life although I’ve seen people practicing it on TV shows.”

Trisha tilted her head. “Are you serious? Plenty of people do that at the gym or in the park!”

Upon noticing that she nearly gave herself away through the slip of tongue, Arielle straightened her back and hurriedly explained, “I grew up in the countryside. You know, the seniors there are mostly farmers. So, yoga is too fancy for them.”

Nodding, Trisha dropped the topic. She held Arielle’s arm, and the both of them darted toward the PE teacher. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Meanwhile, at the Southall residence, sympathy banners could be seen hanging all over the manor. A traditional coffin was placed in the middle of the backyard.

Cindy pretended to bawl her eyes out while her scheming mind was planning how to take over Southall

Group.

Henrick, who was lighting a candle nearby, muttered, “Please don’t be mad at me, Mom. A dead person gets to go to heaven whereas the living continue to toil for their daily lives. I did it in order to survive. Please don’t blame me. I’ll burn you a truckload of paper money, and I pray that you have an abundant afterlife.”

Cindy could not hear him clearly. She rubbed her eyes and asked, “It’s been half a day now. Why isn’t anyone here to pay their last respect?”

“I didn’t inform them.”

Cindy was shocked at his words. “Why? This is a golden chance to get to know some of the elites in Jadeborough. Remember Shandie’s funeral? You took advantage of it and scored a big project.”

Henrick finished lighting the rest of the candles. Standing up, he said, “Come over here, Cindy. I’ve got something to tell you.”

She nodded and followed him into the study.

Seeing his downcast face, she thought that he was saddened by the passing of Malorie.

Yet, she was puzzled by Henrick’s decision to pass up such a good opportunity to mingle with the rich and famous. Why? Is it because he’s feeling overly dejected?

Cindy suppressed her urge to inquire further. She trailed behind Henrick quietly.

When they got to the study, he took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Cindy. “Take a look.”

She accepted the document and read its contents carefully. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated in shock!

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