Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 25

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 25

All presents were so stunned that the entire hall remained hushed even after her voice faded out.

Latte art had always been static, but Arielle’s effort was animated!

A cup of coffee was a one-off, but this one was worth a few times more because that few seconds of

motion itself could sell for hundreds!

While the audience below was still awestruck, Vinson in the front row was the first to start clapping.

There was no exaggeration to The Bloom of a Thousand Pear-Flowers Ushered Forth by the Night

Breeze of Spring, as that scene they witnessed expressed just that.

Now he understood why Arielle accepted the challenge.

There was not only curiosity in Vinson’s eyes but also an element of admiration, as he did not expect

that this uncouth lass could also exhibit such elegance and finesse. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

What else was there to her that he did not know about?

Vinson’s applause brought the crowd back to their senses.

“Marvelous! I’ve never seen this form of latte art in my life. Could this be patented?”

“This is going to go viral. If the video goes online, it is going to take the coffee industry by storm!”

“Is she a student of the Crown Coffee Academy? How is it that I’m not able to find her within the list of

alumni? Could it be that she isn’t from the school?”

Henrick was delirious with glee and almost lost control as he jumped onto his feet. “She’s not a student

of the Crown Coffee Academy. She’s my daughter, Arielle.”

“So she’s your daughter? I recall that you have another daughter onstage. You are one lucky man to

have two talented girls like them!”

“The video! Could we play that segment again? I’d like to see it one more time!”

“Me too! Me too!”

“Could I get a sip of that coffee? Just one sip?”

“Excuse me, sir? Could you introduce me to your daughter? I’m the manager at Orecchiette Cafe…”

“I’m the CEO of XX Coffee and I’d like to get to know her too…”

Henrick’s face was flushed red by the courtship of all the countless parties clamoring for his attention

as never in his life had he been so popular with the sponsors, and for this, he had to credit his darling

daughter Arielle for it!

Next to him, Cindy was already red in the face from rage, unaware that her fingernails had dug so deep

into her own flesh that she was bleeding from it. All she could do was glare at Arielle onstage.

Why? How did things turn out this way?

There were no words to describe the hatred in her heart!

In less than the short one week since Arielle’s return, she and Shandie had already lost out to her three

times. And each time, it had been a complete slaughter.

Her own daughter who she thought the world of kept getting her thunder stolen by that wily fox Arielle!

She had to find out which burrow this vixen crawled out of so that she could bring the whole lair down

as soon as possible!

Compared to Cindy, Shandie looked like she was about to explode onstage as the immense

amazement she felt she saw the pear-flowers bloom and fell was supplanted by an irrepressible fury.

“You are a liar!”

Shandie stormed up and grabbed Arielle by the collar. “Aren’t you someone who doesn’t even drink

coffee? How do you learn about latte art? You liar!”