Utter Humiliation Private Jet
Being one of the most prestigious universities in the world, Maxwell University had an aerospace
laboratory of its own. As a matter of fact, the most cutting-edge fighter aircraft that was launched this
year had been designed in the said laboratory. Hence, it was only natural that the university had its own
private jet.
The question is—why would the university go out of its way to fetch Arielle? Could it be that Arielle is
actually an alumna of Maxwell University?
Up until now, Donovan still had trouble believing that Arielle had graduated from Maxwell University.
After all, he had not received the graduation certificate himself.
That’s right!
Donovan had an epiphany.
Mr. Curie probably isn’t here for Arielle. Instead, he’s most likely here to show some hospitality to the
prospective students of Maxwell University!
With this in mind, Donovan chased after the group.
“Just a minute, Mr. Curie!”
Hearing his name, Vernon turned around with confusion written plainly on his face. “Is there anything I
can help you with, sir?” he directed the question to a panting Donovan.
Donovan quickly introduced himself, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Curie. My name is Donovan Baxter, and I’m
a Maxwell University graduate. These youngsters with me are the prospective students of the
university, and they’re heading over for the enrolment interview. May I know if you’re here to fetch us?”
Arielle had to fight to suppress her sneer. How highly does he think of himself? Vernon was here to
escort her under the vice president’s orders.
A peek at Vernon told Arielle that he, too, was taken aback.
Donovan’s heart sank when he saw Vernon’s expression.
Was I wrong about it?
In the next moment, Vernon replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I’m not here for you. However…” His
words trailed off as he looked at Arielle for her opinion.
Feeling Vernon’s gaze on her, Arielle curved her lips into a smile. “Donovan, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.
Just imagine how many planes Maxwell University would need to pick up every prospective student.”
As she spoke, Arielle glimpsed Terry from the corner of her eye. The boy’s expression was one of pure
awe, and Arielle felt her heart soften. After a slight pause, she continued, “However, we can fit quite a
lot of people on this plane. You’re all welcome to join us if you’d like. Except for you two, Donovan and
Wendy. You’re not allowed on board.”
“Arielle, how dare you!” Wendy burst out in anger.
The students’ plane tickets were sponsored by the university, so they only got to fly economy class.
Had this been before her downfall, Wendy would have upgraded to a first-class seat immediately.
Unfortunately, she did not have that kind of money to splurge anymore.
She had been relatively impassive about the situation when everyone received the same treatment, but
now that Arielle had the luxury of flying private, jealousy reared its ugly head.
Wendy quivered with rage.
Next to her, Donovan’s face was twisted into a hideous grimace.
He had been so sure that Vernon was there to meet them, so the humiliation of being wrong was too
much for him to bear.
Though his face was flushed crimson, ice crept through his veins.
The debilitating shame that seized him had triggered a traumatic memory. Donovan was thrown back to
the time he had been exposed in the auditorium, where the fact that he had never received his
graduation certificate was revealed to the public.
The two scenes overlapped, and all he could see was Arielle’s mocking smirk.
At this moment, a group of men in suits approached them and bowed deeply to Arielle.
“Ms. Moore, we are Mr. Nightshire’s bodyguards. Mr. Nightshire said that he can’t make it in time, but in
consideration of your safety, he ordered us to send you to Maxwell University by helicopter.”
Upon hearing that, Donovan and Wendy gaped at the men.
Not only did Maxwell University charter a private plane for Arielle, but Vinson Nightshire also prepared
a helicopter for her?
Wendy was utterly stupefied. There was ringing in her ears, which sounded like the high-pitched laugh
of a taunter.
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