Chapter 407

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Arielle stood out from the rest who kept their head low since she was the only one who didn’t.

Donovan noticed her instantly and gave her a stony look.

Arielle reciprocated with a stern glance that shook him slightly. Her stare was so hostile that it sent
shivers down his spine.

The way those eyes pierced through him felt familiar. He’d experienced something similar when a high-
octane professor from overseas was in a rage.

It was apparent that Arielle’s stare was so much more intimidating that he lost his train of thoughts.

“Mr. Baxter, why isn’t someone like you, who received the best education in the nation, doing something
more constructive?” Jared asked languorously.

Donovan was vexed by the remarks. “How could you say something—”

“Something like what?” Jared talked back. “The moment you got in here, you started pouring oblique
accusations on a poor girl. What’s wrong with people asking for her autograph? What does that have to
do with her? What made you think she lacks the fundamental knowledge to join this class? Doesn’t it
take time to assess if someone’s suitable for a certain role? As a lecturer, it’s too much of you to say
things like that, isn’t it?”

Jared was never a chatty one, but this time he bombarded Donovan with a string of questions and points
to ponder. The latter was embarrassed.



Someone in the class couldn’t hold it in anymore and stood up. “Mr. Baxter, this has nothing to do with
Arielle. I thought she looked pretty and wanted a photo with her. If you’re talking about interrupting
studies, I was the one who interrupted her studies.”

“Mr. Baxter, she’s right. It was me who went up to Arielle too. Since there was still some time before you
arrived, I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

One by one, the students stood up and expressed their discontentment.

“Mr. Baxter, aren’t you being too strict on Arielle?”

“She has nothing to do with this.”

More and more students stood up for Arielle. Donovan was the crème de la crème in his industry and
was highly sought after by prestigious schools around the country. He’d never bathed in such humiliation
in his life.

He tried to suppress his seething fury and finally spoke. “Enough! This case is closed! Now, let me talk
about something more important.”

“Hold on a second. Who are you to decide whether we should stop talking about this?” a student
questioned firmly.

Donovan looked toward the source and saw it was none other than Arielle herself.

He frowned. “What else do you want?”

“An apology.” Arielle looked deep into Donovan’s eyes.

“What did you just say? An apology? I’m your lecturer!”



Unbelievable! It makes no sense for a lecturer to say sorry to his students.

Arielle sneered, “Oh, so it’s okay for a lecturer to scold students as he pleases? This attitude of yours is a
disgrace to this honorable profession! What you’ve just done abused my human rights. Is it so hard to
say sorry?”

“Exactly. What you’re saying is that you can scold your students anytime you see fit. Does that mean you
should be pardoned for murdering someone too?” Henry interfered.

Donovan’s face turned sour at being taken down a peg or two.

It was apparent that no one was on his side.

At this critical juncture, Wendy stood up and turned to Arielle. “Arielle, don’t you think you’ve gone a bit
too far? Is it right for a student to reprimand her lecturer?”




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