A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Marcus found himself nodding along in agreement as he listened.
Arielle entered their school at the behest of Vinson Nightshire, and what sort of man was he?
Apart from being the heir apparent to Nightshire Group, few people knew that the man was an absolute
genius who not only managed to get himself into Maxwell University at the age of sixteen but also
graduated ahead of schedule within the span of two years.
It‘s Maxwell University we’re talking about here!
Over the years, no more than a hundred Chanaeans managed to be accepted and also attain a
graduation certificate from said school.
How could anyone who came at the strong recommendation of Vinson be of modest capability?
The laboratory building that Vinson could donate was not Marcus‘ sole point of consideration. It was also
his own belief in Arielle‘s exceptional potential that led him to his prompt consent.
However, Donovan was having none of it.
A translation could have been automated. As he was not present back then, how could he be certain if
Arielle could not have employed some unorthodox means by which to complete her translation?
The scoffing Donovan snorted, “Remarkable talents? At
cheating, more like! As her homeroom teacher, I should know best what she‘s capable of, so I daresay
that Arielle could never have attained these results purely on her own merit.”
That drew a frown from Marcus. “How would you like to handle this then? Shall we have Arielle
summoned here for questioning in person?”
“That won‘t be necessary. Everything would become clear once we scrutinized the surveillance footage,”
Donovan replied with disdain. “Seeing how conniving she is, there‘s no guarantee that she‘d fess up
even if we brought her in.”
Arthur did not much fancy what he heard.
“As an educator, do you think this to be the appropriate sort of tone you should be adopting when
speaking about your students, Donovan? Personally, I do not believe that Arielle cheated to attain full
marks, but
granted, you shouldn‘t be describing your own student as conniving even if she did.”
“What‘s wrong with that? I’m merely calling a spade a spade.”
“Donovan Baxter, you…”
Unable to contain himself, Marcus slammed his hands upon the desk. “That‘s enough!”
That took the two of them by surprise and left them with an awful expression on their faces as they held
their silence.
Marcus closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths in an effort to recollect himself before he continued,
“The results of this exam are critical as they would determine which students we will send for the
admissions test for Maxwell University. Even though I am not in the belief that Arielle cheated to get the
maximum possible score either, we shall look into the footage from the surveillance cameras since there
are some amongst you who have your doubts about it.”
“Very well,” Arthur nodded in agreement. “Since Mr. Baxter remained skeptical of the results, let us go
ascertain the truth and find out if Arielle truly merited the results she got. But, Mr. Brown… As an
educator, I feel that we should always try to give our students the benefit of the doubt and not accuse
them of fraud without justification, and so…”
“So what?” Donovan regarded Arthur icily.
He genuinely could not understand Arthur‘s overt protectiveness over Arielle. Could it be that the man,
too, had been smitten by her looks?
Could not be bothered with Donovan, Arthur turned to Marcus instead. “If we are not able to find
evidence of Arielle‘s alleged fraud, I hope to have Mr. Baxter issue a public apology to her over this
matter at the charitable auction tonight.”
“Why should I?” spat Donovan. “Why should I, a lecturer, make any apologies over a matter concerning a
Student?
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