Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me
Chapter 17
Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 17
Yet, Arielle remained emotionless as if she weren‘t the least bothered.
And that was the truth; she truly couldn‘t care less about being forgotten by Vinson.
She knew that the Southalls wanted connections with the Nightshires because of their elite social status. Despite this, that prestige wasn‘t what she wanted or needed.
So, it didn‘t matter whether Vinson remembered her at all.
Shandie scoffed when Arielle didn‘t react to her.
Liar! Keep acting like you don‘t care then, Arielle./ bet that deep down, you‘re crying like a big baby who‘s hurt about the whole thing.
Serves you right!
Vinson would never be interested in a plain country bumpkin like you!
Little did the four Southalls know, Vinson‘s eyes had burned holes in the back of Arielle‘s head for quite some time.
He stayed that way until Arielle boarded her flight. Only then did he let out an intrigued chuckle.
Beside him, the assistant‘s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
What‘s going on?
Mr. Nightshire never laugh. He‘s usually unsmiling, and some would even say intimidatingly distant. I can‘t believe he‘s chuckling to himself now.
Also, this isn‘t sneering laughter. No. It‘s more genuine, like an amused laugh that comes from deep within one‘s chest.
It‘s been ages since I last saw Mr. Nightshire laugh like this.
While the assistant was deep in thought, Vinson‘s voice suddenly sounded. He asked, “Did you notice a difference between her and the others?”
There were three women in that family. Which is he referring to?
The assistant had worked alongside Vinson for several years now, so he knew better than to ask Vinson outright. He pondered for a while before recalling that Arielle had dressed differently from the others.
Then he answered hesitantly, “Indeed. The other three have donned well–known designer brands while that young lady‘s clothes… Well, they seem like some randomly bought clothes from an unknown stall.”
Even with such a sharp observation, Vinson still
shook his head.
/ guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not
spoke up once again.
of relief
he frowned in confusion. “If it‘s not
Vinson‘s facial expression returned to its usual
the topic altogether. He didn‘t dare to probe any further,
Henrick had been in a foul mood ever since Arielle‘s stunt. Because of this, he ordered Arielle to carry out several mindless tasks throughout the flight.
on…
the plane assumed
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was merely their housekeeper.
wasn‘t bothered with doing all those tasks. All she did
hold it in anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough!
tone, “I thought you said that you helped
shook her head candidly. “I only did him a small favor then, so it‘s normal that
Arielle. I guess having a naive daughter isn‘t always
only it were Shandie who knew Vinson… she would have immediately caught on to my intentions and tried
begrudgingly, “Forget it. We‘ll talk about this later. There‘s still
she feigned a child–like innocence as if she didn‘t know what she had
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approached them. “Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to
not only out of stinginess but also because he knew that
beamed as he bounced onto his feet. “Thank you. Please lead
Cindy
Arielle, who was the last to stand. Then he immediately explained, “My apologies, sir. You only have enough mileage for three free upgrades. Here,
Henrick‘s temples started to ache. Then who will go with
in, “I‘m sure you‘ve realized that Arielle isn‘t very quick-witted. She won‘t be of much help at all. Plus, we‘re heading to Shandie‘s awards ceremony. So why
grim before he
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a matter-of–fact tone, “I can‘t help that there are only three seats. We‘ll still see each other once the
stared intensely at
it on her face. She refused to let Cindy and Shandie feel
her lips into a tight smile and said,
He then pranced away with Cindy
in a low voice, “It seems like Dad loves me more. You‘ll have to work harder to catch up now! I‘ll be off to the first–class cabin, so you rest up here in economy–class, hmm? There‘s
at how Shandie
a mocking smile, Arielle motioned towards the first–class cabin. She then provoked, “You‘d better hurry