Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 497

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 497

The light in the hall was dim. There was only a spotlight on the presenter on the stage.

Marcus was creeping away stealthily when a person suddenly came out from one of the rows and collided with him.

"Ouch," cried Marcus, putting his hand to his aching head.

The other person fared no better, and he breathed in sharply in agony.

Just as Marcus was turning to go, the man tugged at his

the show is over?"

"I..." Marcus raised his eyes and looked straight into the eyes of Donovan!

With help from the stage light, Donovan managed to make out who it was and spoke in surprise, "Mr. Brown, are you okay? I thought it was a student who was trying to slip away..." Marcus made a shushing gesture and whispered, "I'm okay. Please carry on. I'm making a move first."

"Going off?" asked Donovan as he blocked his way again. "Mr. Parker and his friends are here. I was hoping that you could make the introductions so that I can get to know them." Steven was also a graduate of Maxwell University

though it was a long time ago since he graduated from their Arts department.

"Oh, forget it. It's too embarrassing," sighed an upset Marcus. "Let me advise you not to approach him. I'm taking the chance to slip away."

The principal's unusual behavior confused Donovan. He pulled at his sleeves again and asked seriously, "What happened, Mr. Brown?"

Seeing that he could not get rid of Donovan, Marcus said, "Come with me. We'll talk outside."

Donovan hesitated for a moment but went out of the hall with Marcus nevertheless.

It was a moonlit night with few stars. The breeze was warm in sharp contrast to the coolness of the air conditioned hall.

Marcus wiped the sweat from his brows and mincing no words, said, "I'm sure you heard what happened to Wendy. Mr. Parker used her performance standard to humiliate us. And now, Vinson has somehow managed to persuade him to stay on for Arielle's recital."

"What!" Donovan frowned and added, "What can Arielle do when Wendy couldn't make a mark with them?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Marcus gave a long sigh.

Donovan was momentarily silent before he uttered, "I'm

going backstage right now to stop Arielle coming on."

Marcus waved his hands and said, "No, no. That's not good. We should not dampen her enthusiasm. Let it be. I'm leaving first. Get in touch with me after Mr. Parker is gone."

Without waiting for an answer from Donovan, Marcus took to his heels and disappeared.

His speed was incredulous; not what one would expect from someone his age.

Donovan stood there for a while, then decided again to stop Arielle from performing.

He was no expert in the piano, but he knew enough to know of the complexities of the piece Reborn.

If an accomplished player like Wendy had been cut down to size by Steven so humiliatingly, what chance does Arielle have? She will only make a fool of herself.

Thoughts were swirling in Donovan's mind. What was Vinson thinking of! Has he any brains in his head? It's foolishness to ask Arielle to play in front of Mr. Parker. If he is irritated by it, how can I make his acquaintance?

Donovan was getting worked up as he strode toward the hall.