A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 963

Chapter 963 What A Silly Girl

Susanne lifted her hand toward Arielle, her expression somewhat awkward. In her hand, it was the coin that she had wiped clean.

Seeing Arielle freezing on the spot, Susanne furrowed her brows. “What are you waiting for? Take it?”

Arielle took the coin with a surprised look. “Are you giving it to me?”

Susanne nodded, her face devoid of expression. “Aren’t you having an exam tonight? Take it with you. You can return it to me after you’re done.”

A sense of joy spread throughout Arielle.

“Thank you, Mrs. Nightshire.” Her voice slightly trembled.

Upon hearing that, Susanne pursed her lips. “I’m only borrowing you the luck for one night. I’m not giving it to you. Please don’t waste it. If you fail to answer tonight, I’ll hold you responsible.”

Arielle straightened her back and let out a laugh.

“I know. But, thanks anyway, Mrs. Nightshire.”

Susanne turned her face away. “I’ve said I’m only borrowing it to you. There’s no need to thank me. If you want to thank me, don’t embarrass me tonight. Please answer the question well.”

“Okay.” Arielle nodded firmly. “I got it!”

“Got to go.” Then, Susanne spat out her last words and left abruptly.

As she turned around, her lips curled into a smile naturally.

Da*n! She acts like I’m giving her one hundred million! How could she be so touched? What a silly girl!

Susanne sneered while walking toward Wendy’s stall.

Arielle joked as she was in a good mood, “Maybe it’s because I have a pretty face.”

“Hmph!” Blake sneered and then nodded. “Indeed. I’ve never met someone prettier than you.”

“What?” Arielle smiled. “Have you just had honey? Your words are so sweet!”

“I’m just stating the truth.”

“All right.” Arielle touched Blake’s head gently. “Sasha is not back yet. Let’s wrap up the stall and check our revenue.”

They sold out ninety-nine bowls, not counting Susanne’s portion. Many customers paid an extra fifty after buying for a second time, saying it was for charity.

As she was busy serving the customers non-stop, she did not have the time to count the money.

At that moment, Wendy’s stall was still deserted.