NovelStartChapter 1078 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 shospitality 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 | can help you with, sir?” he
directed the question to a panting Donovan.
Donovan quickly introduced himself, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Curie. My nis Donovan Baxter, and I'm a Maxwell University
graduate. These youngsters withare the prospective students of the university, and they're heading over for the enrolment
interview. May | 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
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A peek at Vernon told Arielle that he, too, was taken aback.
Donovan's heart sank when he saw Vernon's expression.
Was | 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 welcto 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 streatment, 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 shthat seized him had triggered a traumatic memory. Donovan was thrown back to the the 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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