Donovan frowned and turned to the other side before continuing to snore away.
While he slept like a log, Queenie stayed wide awake and stared at the ceiling the entire night.
Her mind was in a complete mess as faint images of Arielle's face kept popping into her head.
Before heading back to the Maple Mansion, Vinson handed the bloodied dagger over to the deputy captain of the Specialized Forces.
“Get an analysis on the blood and check the global database for any information it has on this person.”
“Yes, Sir!”
Having taken care of official business, Vinson began driving Arielle back to the mansion. “Who does the blood on that dagger belong to?” Arielle asked from the passenger seat.
“The guy backstage from earlier.” Vinson's expression turned gloomy at the mention of Aaron.
Had it not been for Arielle's sudden “injury” at the time, he probably would've killed Aaron on the spot.
Noticing the anger in Vinson's eyes, Arielle reached out to hold Vinson's hand on the steering wheel and said, “Vinson, I don't like you getting yourself into trouble because of me. You would suffer serious legal repercussions if you killed that guy in front of all those people.”
Vinson pursed his lips as the look of anger in his eyes faded slightly.
He simply interlocked fingers with Arielle and continued driving in silence.
Although he didn't say anything, his actions spoke louder than words.
Arielle made sure he had calmed down before speaking up again. “Trisha told me about that guy. He's a new transfer student in our course. His name is Aaron, and he used to study at Maxwell University before transferring over. The reasons behind his transfer remain unknown, and...”
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