Chapter 935


    The school bell rang for themencement of ss in short order.


    As all the morning sses scheduled were taught by the characteristically punctual Donovan, his


    continued absence had the ss‘ students in a state of ardent spection.


    “It‘s already a dozen minutes past, so what‘s up with Mr. Baxter? There’s no reason why he should be


    thiste, even if he‘s a newly–wed.”


    “I don‘t think he’d take it that far, surely? Could he be on medical leave?”


    They had no idea that Donovan was not actuallyte at all. Rather, he was at the lead of a collective of


    lecturers who had stormed up to Marcus‘ office.


    “Mr. Brown!” said Donovan the moment he pushed through the doors. “There‘s a problem with the


    grades for this round of exams. Hence, I would like for your help in pulling up the ss‘ surveince


    footage so that we mayunch an investigation into it!”


    Marcus got himself quite a fright and adjusted his hyperopic sses before he stood up on his feet.


    “What‘s going on, Mr. Baxter? Hmm? What brought all of you here as well, Professor Sleight? What‘s


    wrong with the results???


    “Mr. Brown.” Arthur took a step forward and regarded him quite grimly. “There‘s absolutely nothing


    wrong with the results, but Mr. Baxter insisted that there was


    and demanded that wee to see you.”


    That left Marcus even more confounded, but he responded rather cheerfully, “Let‘s not get too worked


    up here. Why don’t I make us some tea so that we may talk this over calmly.”


    “I don‘t take tea,” Donovan replied humorlessly. “Surely you must know what‘s at stake for this round of


    examinations, Mr. Brown. We cannot afford to have things go awry here, especially not with acts of


    cheating!”


    “Cheating?” The stunned Marcus then began to inquire of Arthur in earnest. “You‘re the more level–


    headed one here, Professor Sleight. Why don’t you exin the situation to me.”


    Arthur met Donovan’s cold eyes with his own frosty gaze before he turned his attention back to Marcus.


    “It‘s like this, Mr. Brown. The issue isn‘t with the results, but with this one particr student doing


    exceptionally well. Mr. Baxter took exception with her scoring full marks for the four main sses and


    insisted that she cheated. Hence, he ispelling all of us here to have you look into the surveince


    footage.”


    “W–What? Full marks?” Marcus‘ eyes widened. Scarcely believing what he heard, he even thought he


    ought to have his ears checked, being this close to the age of retirement and all.


    “You’ve heard it right. Full scores for four sses,”


    Arthur affirmed with a nod and seemingly with a little pride attached.


    Never mind that Donovan did not feel honored at having such a brilliant student hail from his own ss,


    Arthur could not fathom how the former would venture to think that his own student‘s aplishment


    was achieved through fraud.


    As these papers were authored between themselves, there were no solutions to them avable online.


    The only set of answers avable had been locked away in the safety deposit box, where no one could


    possibly have ess.


    On the other end, a visibly shaken Marcus asked, “Who? Who was it who aced the four sses?”


    “It‘s Arielle Moore,” Arthur said while he regarded Marcus. “As you‘re the one who brought her in


    yourself,


    I assume that you should remember her well? She even helped us with the trantion of Maxwell


    University‘s lesson n on one asion.”


    “I remember her. I most certainly do!” Marcus‘ eyes lit up while he repeatedly nodded in the affirmative.


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    “Mr. Brown!” Donovan twitched his lips. His inflection elevated a notch as he conveyed a solemn


    caution. “Do not let yourself get too carried away here. Just think about this. How could someone like


    her, who had gotten herself enrolled through her connections, have managed to ace the papers the


    way she did? I‘d be able to understand if it had been Wendy, the most consistently


    excellent student in our ss. But Arielle? Impossible!”


    “Donovan!” Arthur retorted in displeasure, “You really seem to have it in for Arielle. I always thought she


    was extraordinarily gifted, so how is it not possible for her to attain such results? You‘d do well to


    remember that while the few of us amongst the faculty struggled to trante Maxwell University‘s


    lesson n for advanced mathematics, she managed to do so quickly and with extreme ease. Isn‘t that


    sufficient proof of her remarkable talents?”