A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 84

Darkness loomed over Vinson’s face. He frowned at the severity of Harvey’s actions; they needed this man alive. Catching him wasn’t the primary goal because they still needed him as bait to lure out the mastermind behind the assassination attempt. Vinson hurried over and placed a finger under the man’s nose. He let out a relieved sigh after feeling faint breathing from the man. Then he whipped around to inform Carter, “He’s still alive.

Get him to your family’s private hospital right away.” “On it.” Carter instantly pulled out his phone, dialing for a private ambulance. Once sorted, Vinson flashed a furious gaze at Harvey as if warning him to never pull another stunt like this again. Harvey only wanted to teach the man a lesson. Now that he locked eyes with Vinson’s deadly gaze, he scratched the back of his head guilty. “I-I have the right to be upset too…

This man nearly killed me, just like he almost killed you too…” “Fine.” Vinson’s brows twisted into a frown as he continued, “Don’t let it happen again. And remember, he’s not the one who wants us dead—we’re after the person who’s giving this man orders.” “Exactly,” Jordan chimed in with uncharacteristic seriousness. “This guy is merely a pawn. Our main objective is to seize the big guy, so quit acting on impulse, all right?

I prefer you drinking your sorrows away.” Harvey glared daggers at Jordan. Before he could retort, a bodyguard knocked and peeked in from the door. The bodyguard quickly reported, “A guest has requested your presence, Mr. Jupiter.” Harvey cast a questioning look at Carter and asked, “Did you get caught while bringing the man back?” “That’s impossible,” Carter denied with an amused scoff. “I’m not Jordan.”

At once, Jordan’s chest puffed up in offense. “Hey! Who do you think you’re throwing jabs at, Mr. Carter Morgan?” Carter sneered through a chiding tone, “Simple. I’m insulting the person who just responded to my jab.” Seeing the two men rile up, Vinson thundered, “That’s enough!” Only then did the fiery anger between the two dissipate. Then Vinson questioned the bodyguard, “Who’s the guest?” The bodyguard was so terrified by Jordan and Carter’s dispute earlier that he promptly answered, “A lady named Yvette Actonward.

She requests Mr. Jupiter and Mr. Nightshire’s presence.” “Yvette?” Jordan’s eyelid twitched, signaling a bad omen. “What is she doing here? And why is she requesting to see them?” The bodyguard shook his head. “I’m not too sure… But Ms. Actonward seemed like she had something urgent to inform the two gentlemen about.”

Coincidentally, the private ambulance arrived and swiftly brought the unconscious man away. With nothing left to do, Vinson looked over at Harvey and stated, “Let’s go see what she’s fussing about.” Harvey looked as confused as Jordan. He pondered, Isn’t Yvette supposed to be Jordan’s fiancée? What does she want from Vinson and me? The four men decided to head up to the living room together. There, Yvette and Sharon tapped their feet anxiously as they had waited for some time. When the men approached, Yvette immediately noticed Jordan, whose features had darkened in displeasure.

A shiver crept down Yvette’s spine as she no longer felt as eager about ratting Arielle out as before. Sh*t, Edmund! That goddamned butler! I can’t believe he didn’t tell me that Jordan was here too! How will I pretend to be super close with Jordan and win over Vinson, as well as Harvey’s support against Arielle? Since they were in the Jupiters’ territory, Harvey initiated pleasantries, “It’s been a while, Ms. Actonward. Is there a reason for your visit?” Yvette stole a glance at Jordan. However, he averted her gaze and appeared nonchalant altogether.

Pain prickled across Yvette’s chest at his ignorance. Still, she feigned a bright smile and replied, “I have something to tell you and Mr. Nightshire… But I didn’t know that Mr. Baker would be here too.” Jordan raised a brow. “Why? Am I not allowed to be here? Or is my presence causing you any inconvenience?” Anger broiled in Jordan. He had witnessed Yvette’s vile nature during the dog incident at the Southalls’ residence. Now that Yvette showed up here, he couldn’t help but doubt her intentions. Did she seriously try to wreak havoc among my brothers? And behind my back too?

How shameless. Meanwhile, Yvette assumed that Jordan had misunderstood the situation. She thought he was jealous that she was seeking out other men. In reality, the romance between her and Jordan was one-sided; she was keen on their marriage while Jordan was not. Although she often wished for Jordan’s presence, this wasn’t one of those times. Rats, he’s here. I can’t make use of my title as Jordan’s fiancée to complain about Arielle now.

Yvette contemplated her next move extensively before finally answering, “Your presence isn’t inconvenient per se, it’s just that this matter involves Mr. Nightshire and Mr. Jupiter…” Vinson had sat onto one of the sofas. His face was devoid of emotions, uninterested in joining the conversation. Left without a choice, Harvey brought the conversation back to its original focus. “What’s the matter? Get to the point.” The one thing he loathed with all his might was when people beat around the bush. Stifled by the threatening aura from all four men, Yvette cut to the chase.

“I was at Mr. Jupiter’s shopping mall today and saw Mr. Nightshire’s assistant. He and his girlfriend were causing trouble in the mall. I stepped in to prevent things from escalating. But they wouldn’t see reason. They even forced me to leave…” Vinson’s uninterested gaze became more alert now that his assistant was involved. Unnerved, he locked eyes with Yvette. “Did you say Rayson’s girlfriend?” He had always known that Rayson had a unique sexual preference.

Still, he couldn’t help but mentally cheer for Rayson now that he finally got himself a partner. Thank goodness. Rayson’s Mom won’t have to worry about his love life anymore. Even better, she’ll stop begging me to convince Rayson into getting a partner. Yet, Yvette dropped a bombshell when she announced the girlfriend’s identity, “That’s right. I’m sure you know her as well, Mr. Nightshire. Her name is Arielle, the Southalls’ long-lost daughter from the country. “What!” “What?”

Vinson and Harvey shot onto their feet at once. Jordan hadn’t connected the dots about who Arielle was, so he looked quizzically at the two startled men. Not only were they taken aback, but Yvette was too. She yelped backward in utter shock. What’s up with these guys? Why are they so shocked? Are they upset with Rayson’s misbehavior? They must be. Confident with her guess, Yvette went on with her made-up story, “Mr. Nightshire, your assistant is plenty arrogant. His girlfriend too!

She thinks she’s so high and mighty; she even name-dropped you, Mr. Nightshire, to steal the clothes I was keen on buying and force me out of the shop. You mustn’t allow such vermin to continue working alongside you!” For some reason, Yvette felt as if her words had garnered some vicious gazes. She instinctively looked up. It turned out that Harvey and Vinson were glaring at her with malice burning in their eyes. These men were different from the average person; Harvey was a member of the armed forces, while Vinson was a top-notch leader in the business industry.

Their glares were so intense that Yvette’s knees weakened. Yvette reached out, motioning Sharon to support her. However, Sharon was spineless and had already fallen onto the ground. So Yvette focused all her might, propping herself upright by pushing against the sofa behind her. Fear rattled deep in her bones. Still, she mustered every bit of courage she had to ask, “I-Is something wrong, Mr. Nightshire? I swear I’m telling the truth.

You have to believe me!” Vinson’s eyes narrowed as a murderous shade of purple flickered in his eyes. Beside him, Harvey was equally fuming. He had always been a straightforward person, so he spoke up as soon as Yvette stopped talking. “You said Arielle stole the clothes that you were interested in?”

Yvette nodded profusely. “That’s right!” A smug grin spread across Harvey’s face. He told her off, “Then you should have given it to her. I own that shopping mall, and this is what I have to say about your little complaint; Arielle can have whatever she wants from my mall.” This declaration caused Yvette’s features to harden.