Chapter 335 Harassment
Ysabel’s lips pouted as she talked.
“How old is your mom?” Donald asked.
Ysabel answered, “She just turned forty.”
“Which means she was pregnant with you at nineteen?” Donald was slightly speechless.
Ysabel replied, “My dad was very handsome when he was young, and his family background was good. However, he died at a young age.”
“Then why didn’t your mom look for another husband?” Donald asked again.
“It was because of me. When my father died, she focused all her attention on nurturing me in the hope that I would become successful, which was also why she was so strict with me. Besides, she’s a very stubborn woman. All these years, she had many admirers, but she refused all of them.” Ysabel was somewhat downcast.
Donald did not utter a word as well.
Ysabel was a pure and innocent girl with a tall and slender figure. Wearing a ponytail on her head, she had smooth and white skin. On the other hand, Donald was barely out of shape, albeit losing a bit of weight recently. Wearing a suit, he looked handsome, and his eyes were his weapon of charm.
A hint of wistfulness would flash in his eyes from time to time. It was obvious that he was a person with unimaginable experience.
When the duo walked around the campus together, they attracted a lot of attention.
Ysabel was very lively and talkative when she was around Donald. “That is where we usually attend our classes. The library is there. And there is the female dorm.”
When she introduced the school buildings to him, she would look at the side of his face from time to time, her eyes flashing with happiness.
Nevertheless, Donald stayed silent the entire time as he stared at those buildings.
After coming to a place full of youthful aura, he felt he had aged.
Brought to Quadfield in his teens, he had no experience of the life of a typical youth. All he recalled was almost every day was a war zone. In addition to guarding Quadfield, he needed to bring peace to the northern region.
If the enemies who entered Quadfield were considered restrained, then the war zone in the northern region was considered a living hell.
People died every day.
Donald had once buried more than ten comrades he deemed as close as brothers in person.
“That is my mom’s office.” Ysabel pointed at a building in the distance. “Let’s wait for her in her office.”
It was a big office and an independent space with everything neatly and tidily arranged. There was a faint fragrance in the room that resembled Beatrice’s smartness.
In reality, Ysabel’s mother, Beatrice, was a beautiful woman who was considered elegant and charming, or the director of the School of Art Management would not have harassed her for so long.
Approximately ten minutes had passed. Beatrice’s shriek of wrath sounded outside the door. “Mr. Harper, if you continue to be like this, I will call the police!”
“Are you threatening me? I’m so scared!” A fearless voice sounded. Anyone could tell that it was the voice of a perverted middle-aged man.
Another relatively younger voice came from behind. “Prof. Stern, my uncle merely wanted to talk to you. Why don’t you agree?”
That voice belonged to Julian Harper.
When Donald demolished the Freedman clan’s mausoleum, Julian had already left. Hence, he did not know that the former had the third Dragon badge and didn’t end up being killed by Sebastian. If Julian were to stay for another twenty minutes that day, he would have been a corpse now.
“Buzz off!” Beatrice yelled coldly and pushed open the door, only to see Donald and Ysabel.
Slightly stunned, she asked, “Ysabel, why did you come here?”
No sooner had she looked at Donald and furrowed her brows than Julian and a bald man with a big belly who looked like a bad guy walked inside.
It was Adam Harper, Director of the School of Art Management of Pollerton University.
Adam narrowed his eyes at Donald and asked, “Who are you?”
Julian did not know the real identity of Donald and that the latter was the owner of Donter Pictures.
Donald replied, “It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you guys are harassing a woman. Isn’t it inappropriate?”
Upon hearing that, Adam rolled his eyes and snapped, “It’s none of your business. Who allowed you to come in here? Get lost now!”
