A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 88

We’re filming a disaster film! How can our female lead escape life-threatening obstacles in full-on costume and makeup? Even if we let that slide, another issue arose earlier. She just refused to cooperate in filming the close-up stunt scenes! She whined about the harness being too uncomfortable to wear, then demanded a stunt double. Can you believe this? It’s a close-up, for mercy’s sake!” Vinson could already sense Sam’s erupting anger from the phone.

However, he cast a subtle frown at Arielle after hearing the last part that Sam mentioned. “What did you say… earlier? Just refused? When did this happen?” “Seconds ago. Right before I called you.” “Seconds?” Vinson realized that something was off. He contemplated for a moment before asking, “What’s the actress’ name?” Sam replied, “Shannie. Short for Shandie Southall.” Shannie… Sannie… Vinson’s frown intensified as he finally put the pieces together.

Now, he understood why Arielle said she wanted to star in a movie. He also realized why Sam was mad at Arielle’s outrageous demands on set. Because that’s not Arielle who’s on set—it’s f*cking Shandie! “That b*tch,” Vinson cursed in a growling voice. Sam was confused at this. Before he could ask what was wrong, Vinson ended the call. Elsewhere, Shandie’s dramatic whines filled the set. “I already told you. I want a stunt double!

Pronto! Get me a stunt double, or I’ll have Nightshire Group withdraw their investment in this film!” Sam massaged his temples before tossing the script aside. Then he snarled in response to Shandie, “That’s it. I quit!” At the Jupiters’ residence. Arielle was enthusiastically chatting away with Jordan. Between them, Harvey was brimming with rivalry and kept interjecting their conversation. Truthfully, Arielle only wanted to borrow a car and be on her merry way.

However, she didn’t get the chance to do it. Just as she was getting desperate, she noticed Vinson from the corner of her eye. He stormed over to her with a grim expression. A moment later, Jordan was no longer standing before Arielle. Vinson had shoved him away and was clutching Arielle’s hand. He ordered, “Come with me!” Then he led Arielle out of the Jupiters’ home before she could react. “Wait!” Jordan and Harvey yelled in unison at once.

Just as they were going after Vinson, Carter extended his arms and blocked them. “Seriously…” Carter knitted his brows and asked, “Have you forgotten that we have important matters to attend to?” Right then, Jordan and Harvey remembered that the unconscious assassin was currently on his way to the private hospital. At the same time, Vinson had brought Arielle onto his car. “Where are you taking me?” Arielle hissed in pain as she massaged her reddened wrist. Must he be so forceful?

He yanks my wrist tightly every time! Beside her, Vinson frowned at the redness around Arielle’s wrist. Is she made of fine china or something? How can she be so fragile? All I did was grab her wrist lightly. Although, she does resemble fine china in some ways; she’s got the curves of a teapot, and her skin is so smooth…

His thoughts ran wild. The way Vinson daydreamed about her made Arielle shift uncomfortably in the front passenger seat. She hid her wrist and asked once again, “Where are you taking me? If there’s nothing urgent, I’d like to go home now.” At this, Vinson’s gaze drew away from her wrist and landed on her porcelain-like face instead.

He stared for a second before responding with a question of his own, “Do you want to be an actress?” “What?” Arielle asked while wide-eyed. Vinson replied casually, “I seem to have messed up some things. You and I are heading over to correct them.”