His Versatile Gorgeous Wife novel 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.l bet that deep down, you're crying like a big baby who's hurt about the whole thing.Serves you rightlVinson 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.

The assistant instantly stiffened in shock. Did I guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not referring to that lady?

Just as the assistant felt flustered, Vinson's voice spoke up once again. “I'm not talking about her clothes.”

The assistant heaved a sigh of relief since he had at least guessed correctly.

Still, he frowned in confusion. “If it's not the clothes, then what is it?”

Within seconds, Vinson's facial expression returned to its usual indifference. “It's nothing. Let's resume.”

Then the assistant dropped the topic altogether. He didn't dare to probe any further, so he continued with his report.

On the plane, the four Southalls sat in the same row. 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. She was told to move their luggage to the overhead cabin, then tidy their coats and put them into the luggage, followed by taking out their chargers and so on...

Everyone else on the plane assumed that she was merely their housekeeper.

Arielle wasn't bothered with doing all those tasks. All she did was comply with Henrick's request without any complaints.

Eventually, Henrick couldn't hold it in anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough! Get over here.”

Once Arielle sat down next to Henrick, he interrogated with a sharp tone, “I thought you said that you helped Mr. Nightshire. So why

didn't he remember you at all?”

Arielle shook her head candidly. “I only did him a small favor then, so it's normal that he doesn't remember me.”

“Then you should have...” Henrick faltered as he looked at Arielle. I guess having a naive daughter isn't always a beneficial thing.If only it were Shandie who knew Vinson... she would have immediately caught on to my intentions and tried to get closer to him.

Henrick then huffed begrudgingly, “Forget it. We'll talk about this later. There's still much you have to learn.”

“Okay,” Arielle nodded obediently. With eyes rounded and lips parted, she feigned a child-like innocence as if she didn't know what she had done wrong.

Right then, the flight attendant approached them. Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to your flight mileage, we're able to give you a free upgrade to first-class.”

Henrick deliberately chose economy-class seats not only out of stinginess but also because he knew that they could get a free upgrade.

Pleased, Henrick beamed as he bounced onto his feet. “Thank you. Please lead the way.”