Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 952

Chapter 952

Her voice was filled with hostility, and she had an indifferent look in her eyes. To Wendy, it seemed similar to how Vinson looked at her.

Although they were staring at her, they looked as though they did not see her there.

Immediately, Wendy's face turned pale as she croaked, "Mrs. Nightshire?"

To her dismay, the older lady ignored her and repeated her question, "Did you cheat?"

Although Arielle was shocked by Susanne's reaction, she did not hesitate to deny, "I can assure you that I did not cheat."

"Good," Susanne acknowledged. "I believe you. You'd better not let me down at tonight's charity event."

Fervently nodding, Arielle promised, "Don't worry. I will not disappoint you."

With a grunt in response, she turned to Cecilia, who looked uneasy with a smile. "Let's go to the flea market. You prepared for it the whole morning, right?" Cecilia plastered a smile on her face and hurriedly followed behind the other lady.

When she walked past Arielle, she whispered in a harsh tone, "Don't get too happy about this. Your good time will not last long."

Arielle's lips twitched. "What do you mean that it will not last long? Are you going to send people to kill me?"

As soon as Cecilia heard the response, she froze with fear in her eyes.

Please don't tell me that Arielle knows that we were responsible for the matter yesterday.

Susanne, who was in front of them, did not overhear the conversation, but Wendy heard it all.

She was equally as stunned. However, she thought about it carefully. Well, even if she guessed that it was us, does she have any evidence to prove it?

Wendy looked at Arielle and feigned an innocent look. She reminded, "I guess you shouldn't go to the flea market. You should be preparing for the questions you will get tonight."

With a mocking smile, Arielle responded, "Oh, I don't have to prepare for such things."

She exuded confidence which terrified Wendy.

Unable to bear staying there any longer, Wendy tugged Cecilia away.

Similarly, Cecilia felt as scared as Wendy. The mother worriedly probed, "Wendy, do you think that b**** already knows that we sent people to capture her?"

"No." Wendy shook her head. "The mercenaries are

willing to hand their lives to their owners, and Dad mentioned that he had already seen two of them sacrifice their lives from taking poison. I think Arielle only guessed so, but she does not have any evidence to prove it."

Hearing that, Cecilia finally let out a breath of relief. "That is good then. I was scared out of my wits earlier. When she said that, I thought she had already figured out that it was us."

"You don't have to worry about this matter at all. On the other hand, we should worry about whether Arielle can answer Mr. Baxter's questions later," Wendy reminded.

A worried expression was seen on Cecilia's face.

"But," Wendy suddenly straightened and added. "Mr. Baxter probably hopes that Arielle can't answer his questions even more than I do, so he would not set any easy questions." "Really? Is there a reason for it?"

Wendy quietly thought about it. Because Arielle is a threat to him, and she humiliates him. Mr. Baxter is a proud man. Thus, he will not allow someone he hates to continue hovering around him. Even though she knew the reason, she replied, "No particular reason. You only have to know that Mr. Baxter would not allow Arielle to make it to Maxwell University so easily."

While the pair were conversing, Susanne curiously turned back. "The event is about to start. Why are both of you walking so slowly?"

Instantly, Cecilia quickened her pace.

She had already found out that the stall that made the most profit would win an award at the charity gala tonight.

Confident in her baking skills, she was sure that the award would belong to her daughter, Wendy