A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 88,A Beauty with Multiple Masks
As Sam ranted, a hint of confusion flashed in Vinson’s eyes. He instinctively looked at Arielle, who was still conversing with Jordan. Then he patiently asked Sam, “What’s happened?” In mere seconds, Sam’s voice roared from the phone. “She’s the female lead of this disaster film, yet she complained about her makeup being hideous. Then she beautified her makeup without consulting me or any of the film crew members! Need I explain more?
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!

in response to Shandie, “That’s it. I quit!” At the Jupiters’ residence. Arielle was enthusiastically chatting away with Jordan. Between

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!”

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

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