Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

"That's why, girl," Henrick continued, "You've to try

to get me one of those when you're better acquainted with him, got it?"

Arielle sneered quietly but nonetheless nodded dutifully. "Yes, Dad."

She then continued, "I'm going need more

knowledge to perform my role as ambassador, Dad. As I haven't attended much school, could I use your study to do some reading? I noticed that

you have quite a collection in there."

What she figured was that there might be some

clues in there which may reveal the cause of her mother's death.

Henrick's study was not a place which she was

allowed to access freely, so over the past week, she had not managed to find an excuse to get in.

The man hesitated before he nodded. "Sure! But you are not to go through any documents or the likes inside."

"Yes! Thanks, Dad!" Arielle's sweet smile drew the

eyes of the people around her, and only she

herself was oblivious to how captivating she was.

Those looks only served to improve upon Henrick's good mood, as he thought to himself

what a gem he lucked out on.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was also

skilled at latte art as well. He felt that somebody up there must really like him, and thought how

Arielle sneered quietly but nonetheless nodded dutifully. "Yes, Dad."

She then continued, "I'm going need more

knowledge to perform my role as ambassador, Dad. As I haven't attended much school, could I use your study to do some reading? I noticed that

you have quite a collection in there."

What she figured was that there might be some

clues in there which may reveal the cause of her mother's death.

Henrick's study was not a place which she was

allowed to access freely, so over the past week, she had not managed to find an excuse to get in.

The man hesitated before he nodded. "Sure! But you are not to go through any documents or the likes inside."

"Yes! Thanks, Dad!" Arielle's sweet smile drew the

eyes of the people around her, and only she

herself was oblivious to how captivating she was.

Those looks only served to improve upon Henrick's good mood, as he thought to himself

what a gem he lucked out on.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was also

skilled at latte art as well. He felt that somebody up there must really like him, and thought how