Chapter 507
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
He sat up straight abruptly. The grasp he had on his phone quivered with an expression of disbelief on his face.
It was the first time the two women had seen such an expression on him. They leaned in for a closer look at his phone.
They merely saw the beautiful face of a girl on the screen. Her beauty gave a strong impression, carving her every detail into their memory.
The two women exclaimed, âThis girl is so beautiful! Do you know her, Aaron?â
Aaron didnât reply to them, but the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
He was too busy recently that he forgot about the kitten he met in Chanaea.
Unexpectedly, his kitten was proficient in diffusing bombs and piano.
Perfect! As expected of my kitten indeed!
He rose from his luxurious throne-like chair and made a call as he paced, ignoring the two women.
âThat girl in Chanaea Iâve asked you to find out. Why havenât I received anything on her yet?â
The subordinate on the receiving end answered respectfully, âMr. Aaron, I have sent you a copy of the findings to your mailbox. Iâll send you another copy.â
The call ended, and Aaron soon received a new mail.
The email had labeled the girlâs previous resume and her latest whereabouts.
âJadeborough University.â Another smile curled on Aaronâs lips.
To his surprise, she had a rough past. She was kidnapped and sold to a rural town when she was younger, but she made her way back to Jadeborough. She is the epitome of a damsel in distress waiting for my rescue.
Aaron left his castle-like house and got in his car. However, two bodyguards stopped him before he could drive off.
âApologies, Mr. Aaron. We were ordered not to let you leave.â
Aaron frowned. âWhy?â
The bodyguards exchanged glances. âThe Duke was not satisfied with the way you implemented your last mission. So, youâre ordered to stay at home till the collaboration with the Duke ends, for the Duke fears you might mess it up.â
The creases on Aaronâs forehead deepened.
âIâm not going to look for the Duke. Iâm helping him search for a pianist. Didnât he like playing the piano? Iâll bring her to meet him.â
The bodyguards stand firm with their decision. âApologies, Mr. Aaron. You canât leave.â
Aaronâs face darkened.
These two have decent skills. I can overpower them and escape if I try my hardest. But the problem is I will definitely get caught.
After a brief hesitation, Aaron said, âBring me to him. Iâll talk to him myself.â
Arielle asked around and found out Donovan was in the lecturersâ dorm.
She couldnât reach Donovan through her phone, so she came looking for him. She knocked on his door.
If she didnât apply for leave before her departure, Donovan would find fault with her once she comes back.
Donovan had changed into his pajamas, ready to turn in for the night in his room. He was experiencing insomnia recently. He needed at least two hours of shut-eye before he could fall asleep.
Unexpectedly, someone knocked on his door. He got up from the bed annoyingly to greet his late-night visitor.
A complicated look arose on his face, seeing Arielle outside his door.
He didnât understand his feelings toward her.
However, he could feel something blossoming deep within a corner of his heart when he saw her knocking on his door late at night.
That feeling made him anxious and scared.
Donovanâs face turned hostile. âWhat are you doing in front of my room so late at night?â
His words made him realize the peculiarity of Arielleâs arrival.
The kind which could induce dirty thoughts.
But all Donovan felt was glee.