A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 824

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 824

When Wendy arrived at the library, she realized most of the students who were gossiping about her were there.

She walked in nonchalantly, but the other students started whispering among themselves.

“Isn’t that the nutcase? How dare she show up in the library?”

“If I were her, I would’ve dug a hole and hide.”

Wendy lost her patience and snapped, “Is there any rule stating I can’t study at the library?”

The student had no idea Wendy would speak out. She coughed awkwardly and returned to her revision.

Wendy exhaled sharply and sat down in an empty corner. She got rid of distracting thoughts and tried hard to focus on studying.

The monthly test on Thursday and Friday is my last chance to clear my name. I must place first in the test! I can do it!

Meanwhile, Arielle and Vinson decided to have dinner at Maureen’s Kitchen,

On the way there, Arielle explained her plan to make Maureen’s Kitchen a franchise business,

Vinson nodded. “Sure. I’ll help you with that after Cindy’s found.”

Arielle felt annoyed when Cindy’s name was mentioned.

“Where the hell is Cindy?”

Meanwhile, at No. 111 Sunflower Street.

When Aaron arrived, Cindy had just come out of the shower.

After spending two days at the pigsty, even her breath stink. Thus, she spent over an hour in the shower to scrub every inch of her skin and only exited the bathroom when her palms turned wrinkly.

Finally, she was squeaky clean.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, a disgusted voice demanded, “Who pooped in the room? It stinks!”

Cindy’s face fell. She looked up and saw a handsome foreigner walking in while pinching his nose in disdain.

He was tall and had pale, porcelain-like skin. With his thick brows and Grecian nose, he exuded a noble aura

For some reason, Cindy found him familiar. However, she was sure she had never seen this man before.

When she parted her lips to ask who he was, the man who saved her from the Specialized Forces gave the new male guest a polite bow. “Mr. Aaron.”

Mr. Aaron? Is he that old lady‘s son? No, he must be her grandson, judging from his age.

She stepped forward and curtsied. “Hello. Thank you for saving my life.”

Wrinkling his nose in distaste, Aaron snapped, “Let’s get to the point. I’m busy. Take a seat and we’ll start right away.”

“Start?” Cindy was puzzled. “Start what?”

No one bothered to answer her question. Two bodyguards promptly came forward to drag her to a chair.

She panicked and yelled, “What are you doing? I said nothing! I didn’t betray you!”

“Shut up!” the bodyguards warned. “Mr. Aaron wants to help you leave Chanaea. Stay put, or else it’ll be too late when the Specialized Forces come for you.”

When Cindy learned they were going to take her out of Chanaea, she shut up and dared not ask

questions.

After an hour, Cindy looked into a mirror only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face. Surprise and fear enveloped her. “How did you do it?” she questioned.

Instead of answering her, Aaron told his grandmother’s subordinate, “The human skin mask can only last for five hours before it splits apart by itself. Be quick. Take a plane to Manchernius, which is nearest to Chanaea, then leave Manchernius.”

“Got it.” The subordinate nodded and dragged Cindy to the car. Their destination was the airport.