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His Versatile Gorgeous Wife

Chapter 1090
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Chapter 1090 Clean Up The Mess For You

Arielle had smedical knowledge, but even if she did not have it, she could see that the injury on Trisha’s face was obviously

caused by another person.

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Seeing that her lie was exposed, Trisha was at a loss for words and stammered.

“Forget it.” Arielle looked at the injury on Trisha’s face and frowned. “I'll treat the injury on your face first.”

With that said, she took out a small bag and walked into the room.

Fortunately, | have the habit of carrying a medical kit with me, and it comes in handy now. However, | would be happier if | never

needed to use it.

Moments later, Trisha sat beside Arielle obediently while the latter was attending to the wounds on her face.

Firstly, Arielle used iodophor to disinfect the wounds. Judging from the wounds, they should be caused by a person's nails.

Since there were a lot of bacteria on fingernails, if the wounds were not disinfected, they could easily cause inflammation and

eventually leave scars on Trisha’s face.

After the disinfection, Arielle gave Trisha an anti-inflammatory pill and a light green-colored ointment that turned colorless after

applying it.

A cool, refreshing sensation spread across the latter's face after applying the ointment, and the pain seemed to disappear.

Closing the lid of the ointment, Arielle handed it to Trisha and reminded, “Apply it again before going to bed tonight, make sure it is

a thick layer. By tomorrow, they shouldn't look so obvious.”

In response, Trisha nodded, waiting for Arielle to question her.

She had already made up her mind and decided to say that she had a conflict with a Maxwell University student who she did not

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Out of her expectation, Arielle did not ask about the injury even after she handed the ointment to Trisha.

Just when Trisha was about to take the initiative to talk, Arielle took off the brooch from her clothes and spoke to it. “Sasha, Blake,

are you downstairs?”

The brooch was a tiny walkie-talkie, and it could be used to communicate over a long distance. Moreover, signal jammers were

ineffective against the brooch.

It was a new product of Sann Group, but it was not officially launched in the market yet.

After receiving an affirmative answer from Sasha, she instantly instructed, “Find Wendy immediately, and tellher location.”

Shocked, Trisha hurriedly grabbed Arielle’s hand and said, “It’s not Wendy. It has nothing to do with her!”

The next moment, Arielle turned around to meet Trisha’s eyes. The former's gaze was cold and deep as if she had seen through

everything.

Intimidated by the pressure exuded by Arielle, Trisha had no choice and could only tell the truth. “It's Wendy.”

“Okay.” Arielle nodded and was about to leave the room.

“Wait!” Trisha chased after her in a hurry and uttered anxiously, “However, it wasn’t her who started it this time. | was the one who

pulled her hair first.”

While speaking, she picked up the trash can and took out a small clump of hair. “Look, it’s true. | was the one who started the

fight.”

Stunned, Arielle stared at Trisha in astonishment.

“Trish, you...”

Lowering her head in shame, Trisha said, “It's my fault.”

“No.” Arielle shook her head, reached out, and caressed Trisha’s hair. “You've improved!”

Meanwhile, Trisha was taken aback and confused by her reaction.

A smile crept on Arielle’s face. “It's like my daughter has finally grown up. Next time, just beat up anyone who gets on your nerves.

If you're in deep trouble because of that, I'll clean up the mess for you.”

Hearing that, Trisha could feel her heart pounding fast. Soon, tears welled up in her eyes.

“Sannie...”

Arielle would always take her friend's side no matter what happened.

Moreover, Trisha was not someone who would beat someone up for no reason. Wendy must have done something.

Right then, Sasha's voice cfrom the tiny walkie-talkie. “Ms. Moore, I've found her. She's in the shopping mall on the west side

of the campus.”

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