A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 249

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 249

Yvette tugged at Russell’s sleeve and continued to plead, “Dad, please. I know what I did was wrong, but I don’t want to marry him!”

Russell flung her hand away and scowled, his expression a mixture of sorrow and disgust. “What exactly have you done? I’ve let your late mother down for not having raised you well! Confess all your dirty deeds now, and I never want to see you

again!”

Yvette froze as all the color drained from her face.

Confess?

Sure, I did sleep with Mason. It may be shameful, but it‘s not a crime. So what’s there for me to confess?

“Yvette, you’ve let my family down too.” Arielle said with sadness in her voice. “To think our mothers even share the same family name. The Moores have always been kind and just. How is it possible that you turned out like this?”

Besides Mason, the other person Yvette least wanted to see was Arielle, but now

there was no running away from that.

If it weren‘t for Arielle, I wouldn‘t have become like this!

“You b*tch! Since when is it your place to intervene in my family matters? You’re just a country bumpkin. What gives you the right to lecture me?”

Arielle shook her head helplessly before continuing, “Even now, you’re still unrepentant. I hate to say this, but it seems like you’re beyond help. I have no right to comment on the relationship between you and your cousin. But I can’t let you off for what you’ve done to Shandie! I’m going to call the police!”

Yvette drew a sharp intake of breath as she looked on in bewilderment. “What do you mean?

Arielle pulled the salesman toward her and asked, “Maybe this man will jog your memory?”

Yvette glanced at the salesman and recognized him within seconds, much to her horror.

Face ashen, Yvette shook her head defiantly. “I don’t know him!”

Arielle smirked and showed the receipt in Russell’s hand to Yvette. “Then surely you can recognize your own signature?”

Panic surged through Yvette as she looked at Russell warily.

All she saw was the disappointment and anger in her father’s eyes.

Yvette finally realized why the hall had been so quiet ever since she walked in. It was because everything she did, had been brought to light.

It‘s over. I‘m doomed!

How is this possible, though? I had bribed this salesman with a large sum of money to shut him up. How could this still happen?

Yvette felt her pulse racing as she glanced furtively around. All of a sudden, she snatched the receipt from Arielle’s hand and shredded it into pieces.

Still boiling with rage, Yvette walked up to Arielle with the intent of taking her anger

out on her.

However, before Yvette could slap Arielle, a hand had firmly grabbed her wrist and shoved her away.

The force was so strong that it sent Yvette tumbling onto the floor as she yelped in

pain.

When she looked up, all she saw was a handsome face with a pair of piercing, cold eyes. Those eyes stared at her so intensely that she felt herself cowering in fear.

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Shit. It‘s Vinson!

Yvette’s eyes grew impossibly wide as questions started flooding her mind.

What is Vinson doing here? I never invited

him!

Arielle! It had to be her! She called Vinson

here!

Everything started to fall into place as Yvette connected the dots.

No wonder the salesman‘s here running his

mouth instead of keeping it shut as we agreed. It‘s all because Arielle had gotten Vinson to help her.

Arielle, you b*tch!

After what Arielle had done, Yvette was even more determined to drag Arielle down with her, no matter what it took.

Consumed by rage, even her initial fear for Vinson had disappeared. Yvette’s only target now was the woman who had landed her in this mess. I’m going to f*cking kill Arielle!

With that thought, Yvette got up to her feet and dashed toward Arielle.

“B*tch! I’m going to kill you!”

However, Yvette had barely taken two steps forward when a hand slapped her hard across her face.