A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 522

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 522

Donovan was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

While he tried to hide the smile on his face, he said seriously, “Arielle, I don’t want to embarrass you, so we’ll resolve this matter privately. Now, apologize to me and Mr. Brown. When you return to school tomorrow, you can ask the other teachers to see who’s willing to take you into their class.”

With that, he stood still as he waited for Arielle’s apology.

Yet, the latter chuckled loudly.

She lifted her head and questioned, “Mr. Baxter, what if I wasn’t lying? Are you going to apologize to me and then see which class would accept you as their teacher?”

Donovan’s face darkened upon hearing that. He yelled furiously, “Arielle! Are you still being unrepentant and as stubborn as a mule even now?”.

Turning to Marcus, he said, “Mr. Brown, look at her. You brought her into my class, so I’ll leave her to you now!”

Marcus cleared his throat. He was at a loss. Just who’s telling the truth here?

Arielle raised an eyebrow when she said, “Mr. Brown, thank you for coming. You brought the bouquet for my sister, right? Let me take you to the backyard so you can

pay your respects.”

After gesturing for Marcus to step forward, Arielle turned around and headed to the backyard.

Donovan’s veins were bulging from his forehead.

He suddenly had a bad feeling about it.

Donovan instinctively grabbed Marcus as he stated, “Mr. Brown, the truth has been revealed. Don’t continue to be fooled by her.”

Marcus wrinkled his nose unhappily.

“What do you mean by that… Mr. Baxter, you’re being prejudiced against her! Since we’re here, let’s investigate further on the matter. Let’s go with her.”

Prying Donovan’s hand from his arm, Marcus then went after Arielle.

Donovan had no choice but to follow them. I don’t believe that there’s a funeral here. She looked so guilty just now. Also, there’s not a single wreath around here. I even saw red paper cutouts above the door when I came in just now!

In the backyard, many people were walking around. There was a circle of wreaths placed at the side.

Upon entering, Donovan saw some candlesticks and a funeral portrait right in the middle of the backyard.

In front of the portrait, there was a black urn. Donovan could only stare at the white flower placed on top of the

urn.

The guests were all wearing black as they took turns offering a white chrysanthemum to Shandie’s portrait.

In Chanaea, white chrysanthemums signified grief.

At that moment, Donovan was dumbstruck.

He widened his eyes as he stared at the scene in disbelief. It really is a funeral! They’re having a funeral here! Arielle didn’t lie. One of her family members truly did pass away. How’s that possible? How?

Donovan turned ghastly white, as if all the blood was drained out of his face.

Arielle came to a halt before she turned around to look at Donovan. She raised her eyebrow and asked, “Mr. Baxter, which class are you transferring to?”?

Although she looked calm, the words she uttered sounded particularly mocking.

Donovan’s face reddened in an instant. He could feel his ears and neck burning in embarrassment.