When Arielle looked at the papers Donovan handed her, she confirmed it was an application form for
student loans. She couldnât help but stare at it in disbelief.
If it werenât for the fact that they were indoors, she would have looked at the sky to spot the Sunâs
location.
âWhat are you daydreaming about? Fill it in now, and Iâll send it to Mr. Brown.â Donovan frowned as he
urged her.
Seeing the impatience on Donovanâs face, Arielle realized that he wasnât trying to mock her or chastise
her for using her phone. He genuinely wanted to help.
What happened to him? Maybe he isnât as bad as I pictured him to be? Maybe, I was too harsh on him.
After all, heâs a man who is virtuous and driven by morality. He must have disliked me because he
assumed that I got into the university with connections. Despite his hatred toward me, heâs willing to put
it aside and offer a helping hand. It looks like Maxwell University still maintained its standards.
However, is he being genuine?
There were countless questions floating around Arielleâs mind.
Seeing how Arielle did not respond, Donovan picked up the application form and waved it in front of her
face. âArielle, Iâm talking to you. Did you not hear me?â
Finally, Arielle snapped out of her daze. She glanced at the paper in Donovanâs grasp. After a brief
moment of
hesitation, she shook her head to deny it. âMr. Baxter, thank you for your generous offer, but I have the
money to support myself.â
Since Arielle was a person who didnât hold grudges, she expressed her gratitude to Donovan for trying
to help her.
But the moment the words left her lips, Donovanâs frown deepened
âYou have the money?â His eyes narrowed suspiciously. âDonât you mean Jared or Henryâs money?â he
asked.
Immediately, Arielle stared at Donovan in astonishment. âMr. Baxter, what are you implying?â she
exclaimed.
Donovan scoffed as his gaze darkened. âEven at such a young age, you refuse to earn money with
your own hard work. Must you swindle the money of other men? After getting kicked out of your home,
do you plan on becoming a mistress by leeching on their money?â
Arielle turned pale when she heard Donovanâs mocking words.
âI never took their money!â she retorted heatedly.
âOh? I know why you didnât take their money. Their wealth isnât enough for you, right? Vinsonâs money
is what you are truly after. I guess his family can afford to take in a disowned daughter like you. As your
professor, let me give you a piece of advice. If you keep up this
stubborn attitude of yours, you will be reduced to nothing but Vinsonâs lowly mistress. Stop trying to ruin
yourself!â Donovan countered.
âMr. Baxter!â Arielle raised her voice in anger. âPlease refrain from using such crude words to sully me.
I will never become someoneâs mistress, and I certainly wonât ruin myself!â
âIs that so? Then why are you so reluctant to fill in the application form?â
âI have my own money to support myself. I have no wish to take the position of another student who
might need the student loan more than me.â
Since the number of places for the schoolâs student loans was limited, Arielle didnât want to deprive
another student of their opportunity because she had her own money
Yet, Donovan was unconvinced. âYou have your own money? What is your source of income?â he
asked
coldly.
Arielle opened her mouth to reply, but the words became stuck in her throat.
I canât say that Iâm San â the founder and CEO of Sann Group. That will expose my identity.
When Arielle could not muster a response, Donovanâs harsh gaze softened. âTake my advice. Fill in the
application form and study hard to get in the top twenty ranks for this monthâs evaluation. If you put in
the effort, you might have a chance to study at Maxwell University,â he said gently.