A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 115,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

“Yeah.” Arielle swiftly hooked the safety belt. Before Vinson and Carter could speak, she walked to the window and propped her arms against the rims. She flipped over and jumped onto the condenser outside swiftly and accurately. Her actions were so swift that Carter, who initially did not believe that Arielle could not make it, was stunned. “She…” He asked Vinson in surprise. “Who is she? Isn’t she a daughter whom the Southalls found in the countryside?

How can a village woman like her know how to flip out of a window and even possess medical knowledge?” Vinson did not reply to him. Instead, he walked to the window to check if Arielle was fine. He saw her nimbly climbing down the rope, had descended two floors within a few seconds. He immediately suppressed his urge to voice out his concern. Turning around, he said to Carter, “Don’t look down on women.

I’ll go down next, and you’ll be the last.” Carter went to the window and was utterly stunned after he saw that Arielle was already halfway down. He could not help but exclaim to Vinson, “She’s really very impressive. I now understand why Harvey’s treating her so differently. He hates weak and fussy heiresses the most. Instead, he has a peculiar liking for a strong woman like her.” Annoyed, Vinson glanced at him and said, “Cut the crap and prepare to go down.”

in love with Arielle at first sight, a sense of agitation surfaced within him. He did not even know what was wrong with him. Within ten minutes, the three of them landed on the ground safely and drove to the Morgans’ private

the hospital was extremely empty. When Arielle alighted from the car, she did not see anyone else except for the few medical staff on shift. “This way.” Carter walked in front to guide them. However, he still did not trust Arielle much. Traditional Chanaean medicine can cure a psychological illness which modern medicine needs one year to treat? I will never believe that! But since she’s already here,

entire building—the person whom they had captured. Walking along the abnormally quiet corridor, Arielle could not help but exclaim, “This is the emptiest hospital I’ve been to.” Hospitals were forever

richest and most powerful of them. Arielle shook her head in disagreement. “That’s not right. The patients’ lives are at stake. Hospitals are supposed to treat illnesses and doctors are supposed to save all lives, regardless of status and background. If you refuse to save patients, how is it different from murder? How can you select your patients

those at the top of the social ladder. She could not change their minds just by saying a few words. All she could do was to prove it through her own