Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648

Although Zachary made an “OK” gesture, Queenie didn’t bother to spare him another glance. Instead, she strolled out of the room with the medical records in her arms.

However, Zachary didn’t take her rudeness to heart. Without any delay, he called the lawyer and began to discuss the matter at hand.

Back at Jadeborough University, Henry and Jared rushed forward to greet Arielle when she returned to class.

“Boss, are you okay? Did Donovan scold you again?” Henry asked in a worried tone.

Although Jared looked like he was about to say something, only a simple question slipped out of his mouth. “Do you need my help?”

“I’m fine.” Arielle shook her head. “Although Donovan’s words were harsh, he meant well. He heard that I left the Southalls and was worried that I wouldn’t have the money to support myself, so he asked me to fill in an application form for student loans.”

“Student loans? That’s a lengthy and exhausting process. You can just take our money!” Henry’s loud yells drew everyone’s attention.

Immediately, Jared kicked him to shut him up. “I’m sorry, he likes to run his mouth.”

“It’s all right,” Arielle replied good-naturedly. She didn’t

care about what others thought of her anyway.

Jared was relieved that Arielle wasn’t offended by his brother’s shouting. “What’s wrong with Donovan? He used to target you mercilessly. Why is he helping you now? Could it be a trap?”

Arielle shook her head. “I don’t think so. I noticed the school’s official stamp on the application form. Besides, how can he use it against me? If it’s a trap Donovan devised, it will only hurt him and show that he’s unqualified to be a lecturer.”

“Although that’s true, it was odd for Donovan to help you,” Jared murmured, deep in thought.

It was time for Ustranasion class. It was a class Arielle enjoyed because she liked Professor Sleight. After giving Jared a pat on the back, she returned to her seat.

Although the bell had rung, Professor Sleight was nowhere to be seen. The class bustled noisily. However, the students weren’t chatting amongst themselves; they were all studying the Ustranasion topics Professor Sleight would cover today.

Seated on the fourth row, a female student by the window tugged on her deskmate’s sleeve. “What do we do? I can’t focus in class. You don’t think they’ll imprison us, do you? I’m so terrified. I want to tell my parents about it,” she whispered fearfully.