A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Not Dead,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

Unable to look at it anymore, Carter lost the strength in his legs. His face turned pale as he fell to his

knees beside Arielle. “It’s not your fault… It’s mine. The others deliberately blocked my way, but I

should’ve ignored them and rushed here directly. Right from the start, I shouldn’t have gone to the

seaside to bring that dude back… His death is all my fault!” mumbled Carter. It was unclear if he was

talking to Arielle, or to himself. He punched the ground repeatedly, causing his knuckles to start

bleeding. When Arielle saw that, she immediately pulled Carter’s hand and urged, “Are you out of your

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mind?

If you continue punching, you’ll cripple your hand!” “Let go of me! If it becomes crippled, so be it! I killed

him, so I need to repay him with my own life!” Arielle refused to release her grip. At that moment, the

woman who had been kicking up a fuss earlier rushed over and slapped Arielle. She was caught off

guard, her cheek burned due to the pain. However, the second slap soon came. Arielle subconsciously

wanted to grab the woman’s hand, but someone intervened before her and grabbed the hand. A loud

crack sounded as the woman cried out in pain. “Argh! My hand! It dislocated!”

When Arielle glanced at the person, she saw a chiseled face that was covered in black ash. Yet, she

could not tear her gaze away from his brooding eyes and intimidating aura. “Vin… Vinson…” Arielle

uttered his name in disbelief. Carter was so elated that he burst into tears. “You damned jerk! I knew

that you won’t die so easily!” As Vinson gazed at both of them, an amused look appeared in his eyes.

Arielle’s tears gushed out again. She slapped a hand over her mouth, preventing herself from crying

out loud. He’s not dead! Vinson’s not dead! He didn’t go back on his words. He isn’t a liar! As if he

could read her mind, Vinson smirked and said, “Didn’t I promise you? I won’t die here without your

permission.”

The hint of amusement in his eyes caused her heartbeat to quicken. However, the woman’s sharp

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voice shattered the initial atmosphere. “Return my son to me! Why did you save everyone else but my

son? Return him to me now!” Arielle glanced at the woman. Although she tried to stay calm, she still felt

extremely upset. It felt as if someone had splashed her with a bucket of cold water. It did not feel good

to be scolded after doing something good. It felt like someone was piercing her heart—not fatal, but

intolerably painful. She bit her lips and lowered her head.

The amused look disappeared from Vinson’s eyes and was replaced by an icy-cold glint. Even his

expression turned colder. Glancing at the woman, he said in a frosty tone, “Looks like I wasn’t harsh

enough, huh?” “Just beat me to death! Kill me, and I’ll still take revenge on you even in hell!

You made my son die inside! All of you deserve to die too!” Losing his patience, Vinson stretched out

his arm to choke her. Suddenly, a child-like voice sounded. “Mom… Stop scolding them!” Surprised, the

woman immediately looked in the direction of the voice. Her disheveled-looking son walked out from

behind the firefighters. She widened her eyes, her gaze brimming with renewed hope. “Baby!”