Basked under the bright sunlight, a woman approached them.
The woman had flawless porcelain skin that seemed to glow under the sun.
Though the woman’s face was bare, her natural beauty outshone Wendy’s elaborate makeup. Her breathtaking beauty would have put even Helen of Troy to shame. The gorgeous woman was none other than Arielle.
Immediately, a scowl graced Wendy and Donovan’s faces. But, while Wendy’s venomous glare was full of hatred, Donovan had a conflicted look.
“Mr. Baxter...” Arielle bowed politely as she greeted him.
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