Arielle was surprised that the man knew her alias. She paused momentarily before answering, “Yes, I am.”
The man's voice was barely above a whisper, but Donovan caught the word “San” from where he stood.
He felt his heart skip a beat. His mentor had once mentioned an alumnus who went by San, though she was more widely known as the Goddess of Study.
It can't be... Arielle can't be San!
A wave of fear crashed into Donovan. He felt like he was suffocating as if he were truly drowning and his lungs had been filled with water.
Although his thesis defense was right around the corner, there was still a chunk missing from his dissertation.
Before leaving for Maxwell University, his mentor had revealed that San would be visiting the campus. Donovan had planned to enlist the help of the outstanding alumni to complete his thesis.
If Arielle really is San, who's going to help me with my thesis? And how am I going to graduate from Maxwell University with an incomplete thesis?
Donovan's mind went blank, his face turning a ghastly white.
At this moment, he heard Wendy comment in a snarky manner, “Arielle sure is an easy one. Look at her, flirting with a forty-year-old man.”
Bewildered, Donovan whipped around to stare at her. “Why do you say that? The man doesn't even seem to know her well.”
“Doesn't know her well?” Wendy snorted. “The old man just addressed her by her nickname!”
“Nickname?” “That's right. Arielle’s nickname is Sannie. I've heard Mr. Nightshire call her that, and that's also what that man called her.”
San... Sannie...
A broad grin spread across Donovan's face as elation replaced worry.
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