Chapter 796
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
âHow could I have believed that Wendy and Arielle had reconciled? If I hadnât read the news, I would have assumed that Arielle was led astray by her dad.â
âWendy is really weird. Letâs avoid talking to her next time.â
When she heard the comments, Wendy dug her nails into the table in anger.
Unfortunately, one of her nails broke with a crack.
âOuch!â Exclaiming in pain, she saw blood oozing out of her fingertips.
Da*n it!
She cursed in her heart over how unfair the world was.
At that moment, footsteps could be heard outside the classroom followed by the sound of the door opening.
Donovan had arrived.
âIâm sorry for being late, everyone. Turn to page 110. Today, we wonât be learning anything new.
Instead, we will be revising what we have learned previously. Before that, let me take your attendance first.â
Just as he spoke, Donovan flipped open the class register.
When he called out Arielleâs name, no one responded.
Glaring at her empty seat, he asked Jared who sat next to her, âJared, is Arielle still absent?â
Jared nodded. âShe has taken two days leave to deal with matters at home.â
âHmph!â Donovan snorted without another word.
She is skipping class every other day. What kind of student does she think she is?
Nevertheless, Donovan felt more relaxed and natural in her absence. When Arielle was around, he would somehow feel stressed all the time.
If Arielle doesnât turn up for the exam, doesnât it mean that she will be forced to leave my class? By then, Iâll no longer need to look at her annoying face.
Casting his delight aside, Donovan began to go through the textbook with his class.
In the midst of their revision, Donovanâs mind began to drift, causing a troubled expression to appear on his face.
Over the last few days, he stayed at the teacherâs quarters. where he enjoyed a few days of peace.
However, Queenie had dropped by the school that afternoon and insisted that he return home in front of the principal.
Since he couldnât lose his temper, all he could do was wallow in his misery, âHmph!â Snorting aloud, Donovan hated Arielleâs guts.
If not for her, he wouldnât have to marry Queenie who was extremely clingy.
âMr. Baxter?â When the students saw that he was spacing out, they couldnât help but remind him, âMr.
Baxter, we have finished the exercise.â
Regaining his senses, Donovan reminded himself not to get distracted unnecessarily.
To him, his most important objective was to get the students of the preparatory class admitted into Maxwell University. As for Queenie and Arielle, he knew he didnât have to concern himself with them for the time being.
After surveying the class, Donovan asked, âThe answer is 0.03. Whoever got it correct, please raise your hand.â
More than half the students in class raised their hands.
Donovan nodded in satisfaction at how good the preparatory class studentsâ foundations were. As a result, it wouldnât be difficult for them to get into Maxwell University.
When Donovan swept his gaze around, he noticed that Jared also had his hand raised.
Smirking, he didnât bother with Jared at all.
Given that Jared joined the class via connections, Donovan felt that he couldnât compare to those that he had handpicked. Therefore, he wasnât going to waste any time on someone like Jared.
âIn that case, Wendyâ¦â Finally, Donovanâs gaze settled upon Wendy. He continued, âThereâs still another way to solve this question. Please come to the board and show it to us.â
âAll right, Mr. Baxter.â Wendy had already figured out the alternative answer. The moment she walked to the board, she began writing it down with chalk.
However, by the time she finished, her answer was 0.418. It was different from the correct answer.â
âErmâ¦â Wendyâs expression darkened.