Chapter 13 A Personal Encounter

Arianne Wynn kept quiet, turning to lean against the wall of the corridor as she struggled with her stomach ache.

Tiffany Lane was disgruntled but she was not one to make an unreasonable fuss when she was at fault. She stood beside Arianne and gazed afar at the dorm building currently under construction, saying, “Do you know that the dorm over there is sponsored by Mark Tremont? It’s quite extravagant. He’s really rich. In comparison, our families are basically nothing. Ari, I heard that he’s coming to visit the campus today…”

There was no reply from Arianne. Her gastric was giving her hell.

Then, the tutor walked out pompously. “The two of you are really something huh! I’ve penalized you yet you’re in the mood to chat? Take out your drawing boards, complete your drawing in the corridor! See if you can submit the assignment by dismissal!”

With a tipped chin, Tiffany Lane marched into the classroom for her drawing board while Arianne Wynn stood paralyzed, her vision was already blurry.

Anger boiled further when the tutor noticed her sickly state. She gave her a shove. “I’m asking you to take your drawing board. Are you deaf?!”

The shove caused Arianne to fall on the floor without warning. When Tiffany came out and saw the scene, she shouted at once. “What did you push her for!”

Guilty, the tutor fought back weakly. “I only gave her a light push. Who’d know…”

Tiffany bent down to help Arianne up while she continued to yell at the tutor. “You’re doomed, I tell you! This is corporal punishment. You’re not fit to be an educator!”

The tutor felt wronged. “Is she made of paper? Is it even possible for someone to collapse with a light touch? Tiffany Lane, don’t simply make accusations just because you have nothing better to do! Arianne Wynn, you can stop acting too! Who are you putting on a show for?”

The heated dissension in the corridor stood out like a sore thumb. Both the tutor and Tiffany Lane were still caught in an argument when they were seen by the group of people who just turned around the corridor. The dean who led the entourage was deeply dismayed. He had long sent the memo that Mark Tremont was coming today and nothing must go wrong…

Mark Tremont looked indifferent when his gaze lingered on Arianne Wynn but his eyes turned dark when his gaze shifted to the tutor.

“Stop fighting… I’m fine. Tiff, help me with the drawing board,” Arianne Wynn said feebly.

Tiffany Lane swallowed her wrath and marched back to the classroom again. Still vexed, the tutor gave Arianne another shove. “A delicate frail flower, aren’t you? Show me that you’ll fall again!”

Her push this time was much stronger than the last.

Arianne could not speak from agonizing pain. Her vision was dimming to black as she struggled to keep herself up.

The next second, however, a strong arm took her embrace. Her stamina fizzled out as the person’s familiar scent filled her senses.

“Mark Tremont…” she mumbled. His clenched jaw and furious face appeared in her blurry sight.

Before she could ask why he was here, Arianne’s vision turned pitch black before she lost consciousness and fell.

Seeing the man who appeared out of nowhere and intimidated by his chilling aura, the tutor paled.

The man did not speak, leaving after picking up the girl from the floor. His expression was terrifyingly sullen, while the wrath contained in his eyes felt like it would erupt at any time.

The dean who came after him was ashen-faced, glaring at the tutor in exasperation. “All you do is cause me troubles!”

All Tiffany saw when she came out was the man disappearing from the corner of the corridor carrying Arianne Wynn, the dean hurrying along his way, and denounced the tutor.

Realizing what had happened, Tiffany shoved the tutor as well. “Just you wait!”

After that, she quickly chased after them.

Mark Tremont sat on the bench outside of the hospital emergency ward with his head slightly hung. The vibe he exuded felt like an iceberg, it was solitary and incredibly freezing.

The dean and Tiffany Lane were beside him, pacing back and forth anxiously. Suddenly, Mark Tremont spoke up.

“Southline University’s tutors are pretty ‘unique’.”