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
Vinson‘s voice spoke up once again. “I‘m not
sign of relief
he frowned in confusion. “If it‘s not the clothes, then what is
returned to
He didn‘t dare to probe any further, so
ordered Arielle to carry out several mindless tasks throughout the flight. She was told to move their
on…
else on the
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was merely their housekeeper.
those tasks. All she did was
anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough! Get
thought you said that you helped Mr. Nightshire. So why
head candidly. “I only did him a small favor then, so it‘s normal
as he looked at Arielle. I guess having a naive daughter
knew Vinson… she would have immediately caught on to my
then huffed begrudgingly, “Forget it. We‘ll talk about this later. There‘s still much you have
parted, she feigned a child–like innocence as if she didn‘t know
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flight attendant approached them. “Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to your flight mileage,
deliberately chose economy–class seats not only out of stinginess but also because he knew that they could get
Henrick beamed as he bounced onto his feet. “Thank
Cindy
he immediately explained, “My apologies, sir. You only have enough mileage for
started to ache. Then who will go with us to first–class? Shandie or
She won‘t be of much help at all. Plus, we‘re heading to
grim
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are only
intensely
chest, but she couldn‘t show it on her face. She refused
pressed her lips into a tight smile and said,
He then pranced away
steps. Once their parents were a good distance away, she taunted 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 actually not much difference between the two cabins, save for the bigger seats and better service in mine. But hey, don‘t let that get
gritted her teeth at how Shandie was
motioned towards the