CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: I’LL DEAL WITH HER MYSELF

"I was just angry and wanted to teach her a lesson."

"Conquer people with virtue, show your skills to shut others up, not by using a slap."

Lynn Kendall glared at Sheila Yardley. Aidan Lockwood didn’t speak up for her, and she was visibly upset, almost wishing she could rush over and slap Sheila Yardley again.

"Both of you apologize, I don’t want to see such incidents happening in the company again."

Neither of them was willing to speak. Shannon Quinn patted Sheila Yardley on the shoulder, and Sheila Yardley reluctantly said, "I’m sorry."

Lynn Kendall breathed heavily, clearly very angry. She glared at Sheila Yardley twice, said nothing, and turned around, storming off.

Yara Hughes was just outside, secretly delighted, and whispered to the colleagues around who gathered to watch, "The boss is really wise. Without a doubt, it was that old witch causing trouble. Had it been someone else, they probably would’ve been manipulated by Lynn Kendall’s tongue."

"Yeah, it’s really satisfying. I say someone like her isn’t fit to stay in the company. Think about how nice the atmosphere was before she came—it only got so toxic after she arrived."

Aidan Lockwood glanced at Sheila Yardley, who was also a bit dissatisfied, and then looked at her swollen red face. It was easy to imagine how hard that slap had been.

Sheila Yardley didn’t dare look at Aidan Lockwood, thinking he was going to scold her, but he only asked, "Is it serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Shannon Quinn also turned to look at Sheila Yardley. A slap could be a big or small issue; a swollen face was minor, but if severe, it could lead to a concussion.

Sheila Yardley didn’t dare trouble them to take her to the hospital, feeling quite guilty for causing Shannon Quinn trouble. She just whispered, "I’m fine."

"If you feel uncomfortable, let us know."

"Okay."

"Use a towel to compress it."

After saying this, Aidan Lockwood looked at Sheila Yardley with concern, sighed lightly, and then turned to leave.

After Aidan Lockwood left, Sheila Yardley worriedly asked Shannon Quinn, "Will Professor Lockwood really stop me from learning here?"

Shannon Quinn comforted her with, "He won’t; he knows who’s right and wrong."

Sure enough, after just a few minutes, Aidan Lockwood’s actions eased Sheila Yardley’s concerns.

He probably had gone out to buy some things: an ice pack, towel, and a box of ointment. He handed them to Shannon Quinn, saying, "Please help her apply these. It might feel a bit cold in this weather, but it’ll help the swelling go down faster."

Shannon Quinn wasn’t surprised by Aidan Lockwood’s thoughtfulness, took the items, and thanked him on behalf of Sheila Yardley.

"Don’t get into trouble for me next time," Aidan Lockwood said before leaving, but there was no blame in his tone.

It felt like a parent dealing with a child who did something wrong—not scolding but still protective.

Shannon Quinn wrapped the ice pack with a towel to apply to Sheila Yardley’s face. Although it wasn’t as noticeable now, you could still clearly see a red mark.

In the afternoon, there was another class, and she went to school with that face. Fortunately, the scarf and her hair covered most of it, so it wasn’t too noticeable.

Julian Yardley had just returned from a business trip and wasn’t working today. He liked to wander around her school, saying he wanted to experience the atmosphere since he hadn’t attended university. But really, he was just there to check out pretty girls.

However, he was the type to look but not touch.

In the afternoon, he came to the school on his precious motorcycle, timing his arrival just before Sheila Yardley’s class. He called her from outside her academic building, "Come down and pick up something."

Sheila Yardley, concerned about the injury on her face, feared Julian Yardley would see it, so she found an excuse, "I’m about to start class."

"Then tell me which classroom you’re in, and I’ll bring it up to you."

"What is it? Is it that urgent?"

"It’s a cup of love-packed bubble tea from your brother. Is it urgent or not? It’ll get cold if you don’t hurry."

Sheila Yardley couldn’t be bothered to correct his self-proclaimed title anymore and went to the hallway, glancing down to see the conspicuous motorcycle and Julian Yardley standing nearby on the phone. After hesitating, she said, "I’ll come down."

After hanging up, she pulled her scarf up to only show the upper half of her face, then dashed downstairs.

Upon reaching the ground floor, Julian Yardley teased her about her appearance, "Are you planning to rob a bank with that disguise?"

Sheila Yardley frowned and changed the subject, "Where’s the bubble tea? Hurry up, I have class soon."

Julian Yardley reached into his thick down jacket, took out the bag with the bubble tea, and handed it to Sheila Yardley, saying, "Your brother treats you well, right?"

Sheila Yardley grimaced as she took it and asked, "How many days has it been since you last showered?"

"Not too long, maybe three, four, five, or six days."

She rolled her eyes, "I’m leaving now."

He reached out and tugged down her scarf, initially planning to tease her, but upon seeing the injury on her face, Julian Yardley’s expression turned serious, "Who did this?"

Sheila Yardley hastily pulled the scarf back up to cover her face and played dumb, saying, "What do you mean, who did this? Go back, it’s too cold to be wandering around. I’m going to class."

"Was it a classmate? Bring her down here; I’ll deal with her!"

"No, nothing happened, just go."

Julian Yardley always protected Sheila Yardley. He could tease her, but no one else could dare to. He persisted, "Then it was that person from your work named Kong, right?"

"It wasn’t... just stop asking."

Twins perhaps have a level of perceptive intuition that others don’t. With just a glance from Sheila Yardley or a slight gesture, Julian Yardley could tell which parts of her statement were true and which were false.

The class bell rang, and Julian Yardley said, "You should go to class first."

Sheila Yardley looked at him, still worried. With the urging of the class bell, she had no choice but to hurry back inside.

As she ran into the corridor outside the classroom, she happened to see Julian Yardley riding away on his motorcycle.

A feeling of unease crept into her heart. Seeing the approaching teacher, she didn’t have time to think too much and quickly darted into the classroom.

In the afternoon, the studio operated as usual.

Downstairs, a few customers were making inquiries, and Lynn Kendall was also downstairs hosting an old client of hers.

The store was well-organized, playing quiet and soothing music.

At this moment, a black motorcycle stopped outside the store. A man removed his helmet, got off the bike, and brushed the snow off the fur collar of his down jacket, then walked inside.

"Welcome... Oh, aren’t you the one who came looking for Elaine this morning?"

Julian Yardley smiled and looked around the store as if searching for something.

The girl in charge of reception said, "Elaine went to school this afternoon, she’s not here."

Julian Yardley replied, "I’m not looking for her, I’m looking for your Designer Kendall."

Lynn Kendall, who was chatting with another customer not far away, immediately turned her head upon hearing her name.

The receptionist warmly introduced, "This is Designer Kendall."

Julian Yardley smiled with satisfaction, and Lynn Kendall, seeing his handsome appearance and the smile directed at her, immediately thought of flirting with the handsome young man. She explained to the middle-aged man across her, then stood up and walked over to Julian Yardley, "Are you looking for me, handsome?"