Chapter 360


    Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 359


    Arielle sighed gloomily. Lighting the therapeutic candles which Andrea had given her, she switched off


    the light and went to sleep.


    The therapeutic candles were very effective and she soon fell into a deep sleep.


    Meanwhile, Vinson kept tossing and turning around on his bed after turning off the lights.


    He stopped himself from contacting Arielle for six hours. Over that period of time, he had been busy


    with work, so he couldn’t contact her. However, now that he was back in the Maple Mansion, his urge to


    contact Arielle increased.


    Upon recalling what Sasha said about waiting for a week, he forcefully held himself back. Just go to


    sleep. The night will end soon!


    Two hourster, Vinson sat up abruptly in the darkness and switched the bedsidemp on.


    I can’t sleep! D*mn it. Why is my insomnia acting up now? Is it because of the time difference? It must


    be!


    Vinson grabbed his phone from the table and looked through his messages. There were a bunch of


    texts, but none of them was from Arielle.


    This cruel woman! Even though I didn’t contact her, doesn’t she know how to call me and ask if I’ve


    reached home?


    Frustrated, Vinson leaned against the headboard and lit up a cigarette.


    Through the hazy smoke, he suddenly spotted what he had brought back from Hubert’s ce.


    Standing up, he drank the medicine in one gulp before returning to bed.


    Perhaps it was because of the medicine or his biological clock, he finally felt drowsy. Closing his eyes,


    he drifted off to sleep.


    When one was awake, time passed by slowly. However, when one was asleep, time passed in the blink


    of an eye.


    Vinson was woken up by his phone.


    As he was easily annoyed when woken up, he barked in annoyance after picking up the call, “What’s


    the matter?”


    Terrified by his fierce tone, the person on the other end introduced himself with a trembling voice,


    “Good morning, Mr. Nightshire. I’m Marcus Brown, the principal of Jadeborough University.”


    Vinson fell silent for a while. His temper subsided as he greeted, “Good morning, Mr. Brown.”


    Only then did Marcus heave a sigh of relief. “Looks like I’ve disturbed your rest.”


    “It’s fine. Please go on.” Vinson put the call in speaker


    mode while he threw on his clothes.


    Marcus sounded delighted as he spoke, “I have some updates regarding your rmendation of your


    friend to our school.”


    Vinson’s lingering annoyance disappeared. He asked, “How did it go?”


    Marcus replied, “We’ve just weed a teacher from Maxwell University, who has established a ss


    that only enrolls exceptional students. I’ve reserved a spot for your friend and you can ask her to sign


    up for the ss today. The timing is at noon. After she signs up, the ss will start at two in the


    afternoon.”


    “Okay. Thank you, Mr. Brown.”


    Pleasantly surprised, Marcus said, “You’re very wee. Without your help, the Jadeborough


    University wouldn’t have thergest library in the entire nation!”


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    Vinson replied calmly, “That’s nothing. After my friend graduates, I’ll donate ab building to the


    school.”


    The principal’s eyes lit up.


    “Tell your friend to visit my office earlier. I’ll handle all the paperwork for her, so she won’t have to


    wander around in an unfamiliar ce.”


    “Thank you.”


    “My pleasure!”


    An entireb building! With that, I won’t have to be afraid that Barnold University, currently ranked


    second, will surpass us. All the best teachers and resources will be surging to us.


    The principal thanked Vinson profusely before ending the call.


    Immediately after, someone knocked on the door and entered the principal’s office.


    When Marcus saw who it was, his eyes lit up.


    “You’re here, Mr. Baxter! Please take a seat.” Marcus stood up and greeted the man warmly.


    The man had a pair of dark eyes, a chiseled face, and thin lips. There was a hint of aloofness in his


    elegant demeanor.


    He wore a ck suit and a pair of polished shoes. From head to toe, he exuded a solemn aura.


    When Marcus met his cold gaze, his enthusiastic smile faded gradually. Passing the guest a cup of tea


    awkwardly, he asked, “Why did you suddenlye, Mr. Baxter?”