A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 408
Arielle leaned back in her chair and gave Wendy an enigmatic gaze.
“I didn’t do anything wrong in the first place, and all I wanted was a simple ‘sorry’. So, Ms. Wendy Greene, where did I go overboard? Anyway, this has nothing to do with you, does it? Also, Mr. Baxter didn’t even get a chance to say anything, and I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for you to put an oar in at this point in time. I’m only asking him to apologize. The way you put it was as if I’m asking him to beg for forgiveness on his knees or something.”
Henry snapped his fingers and pointed at Wendy. “Precisely! Who are you to speak for him?”
“Y-You… No! I’m trying to—” Wendy flushed, and her face turned as red as a tomato.
“Enough!” Donovan bawled. “Wendy, you have nothing to do with this. Please sit down.”
Showered in embarrassment, she pursed her lips and unwillingly took her seat.
Donovan took a deep breath and looked at Arielle. “Arielle, my apologies for scolding you before having a clear picture of what was going on.”
Arielle raised her brow and replied, “Apology accepted. Now you may talk about that important something.”
Donovan pulled a long face. Being under someone’s command was disconcerting for him.
He somehow managed to calm himself down with a few deep inhales and exhales.
A few seconds later, he spoke again, “The purpose of gathering all of you here was to see if anyone of you could perform at tomorrow’s school opening ceremony. Each department is required to have two students perform. As for us, we aren’t under any of the departments, but the school wants us to come up with two performances. Any volunteers?”
The students dropped their heads in unison, with their chins almost touching their chests.
They were mostly nerds, and even a simple self introduction would throw them into a tizzy. Performing in front of the whole school would’ve squeezed their poor souls out of them.
Donovan wasn’t surprised.
He didn’t select these elites to perform in a talent show, and he did try talking to the principal about that. However, the principal held on to Jadeborough University’s tradition and insisted that someone had to go up the stage, even if it was to do a poem recitation.
Right when everyone was evading Donovan’s gaze, someone from the second row raised her hand.
“Wendy? Are you interested in performing in the talent show?”
Wendy nodded. “I do play the piano. Maybe I could
play that tomorrow.”
“Great! One more to go. Anyone else? A poem recitation would also do the trick.”
Poem recitation? Goodness! That unlucky person will no doubt be the joke of the whole campus! It’s not happening! The students tensed further.
Seeing that, Donovan sighed and stated, “Well, since no one is willing to offer their talent, let’s draw lots. Everyone, except Wendy, please come forward.”
He tore some papers into pieces and drew a star on one snippet.
“The person who gets the star will perform at the opening ceremony. Any objections?”
The students shook their heads.
Their chances of getting the star were one out of forty three, and they thought that was fair.
Very soon, the students formed a beeline and started showing the papers they’d drawn to Donovan.
When it was Arielle’s turn, he intentionally pushed one of the folded strips toward her.
Not noticing his furtive action due to the angle of the podium, she picked up the one closest to her and unfolded it.
