Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me novel Chapter 675

Chapter 675

Before Arielle could react, Vinson finished the sandwich in a few gulps.

“That is Trisha’s!”

“I know,” blurted Vinson before rephrasing his sentence. “I’m not full. Anyway, she might have already eaten breakfast, so it’ll be a waste. It’s better that I eat it.”

He did not want to share what his wife made with anyone else, even if the sandwich was huge and his stomach was stuffed.

Arielle did not think much about it and merely assumed that Vinson had a huge appetite.

After taking a sip of milk, she told him about Malorie.

“Malorie’s dead.”

Surprised, Vinson asked, “What happened?”

“She had a fall, which was probably quite serious.”

Moments after Arielle spoke, Carter called her.

When she listened to him, a mocking smirk played on her lips. “Got it. Thanks!”

Arielle ended the call and burst out laughing. “Malorie didn’t have to die. However, Henrick refused to pay for the equipment I donated to the Rocher Private Hospital, so her operation failed. She died around midnight.”

There was an incredulous look on Vinson’s face.

“I’ve always known that Henrick is a selfish man, but I’ve never expected him to be so immoral.”

Arielle raised her eyebrow. “I’m not surprised. If he’s willing to pay for Malorie’s operation, I’d have to admit that I’m wrong about him.”

“Oh, right.” Remembering Cindy, he said, “Blake and Sasha went to Manchernius today. We’ll get updates regarding Cindy’s medicine soon.”

Arielle nodded and glanced at her watch. “It’s time for me to go to school.”

“I’ll send you there.”

When they went downstairs together, they bumped into the woman who had given fruits to them yesterday.

With an ambiguous smile, she greeted them, “Are you lovebirds leaving for work?”

“It’s fine. Go back to class first and I’ll buy some milk for you.”

“Okay.” Arielle nodded. After watching Trisha leave, she walked into the school briskly.

She did not want to meet the professor from Maxwell University just in case she got recognized.

The moment Arielle entered the school, a car stopped by the road.

The teachers immediately rushed forward to welcome the guest.

“Welcome, Prof. Harlem!”

An elderly man got out of the car and replied with a thundering voice, “Hello everyone!”

Although he was speaking in clumsy Chanaean, Wendy praised him with a feigned Lightspring accent, “Your Chanaean is really fluent!”

Thomas glanced at Wendy and shook his head. Reverting back to Ustranasion, he said, “I just learned Chanaean, so I know that I’m bad at it. I can’t possibly accept your compliment. However, your grasp of Ustranasion is quite similar to my Chanaean.”