Chapter 357 I'll Slap You Again?
Saskia looked at several missed calls on her phone, but she didn't want to answer them.
Her current situation was all Isabella's fault.
A flash of intense hatred crossed Saskia's eyes. She clenched her fists and walked out of the villa dormitory.
Saskia came to the door of Room 112 and knocked.
Soon, the door opened.
Isabella stood in the doorway.
"Saskia?" Isabella glanced at her with an indifferent tone. "What do you want?"
"Isabella, are you satisfied now?" Saskia looked at Isabella resentfully.
"Satisfied with what?" Isabella asked back.
"I got publicly criticized, and now everyone thinks I'm terrible. Is this what you wanted?"
"It's not that people think you're terrible—you are terrible," Isabella said in a low voice. "You did all those things yourself. No one slandered you, so you're just getting what you deserve."
Hearing this, anger and a hint of murderous intent rose in Saskia's eyes.
"Isabella..." Saskia said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, Saskia raised her hand, trying to grab Isabella's neck, just like Isabella had grabbed hers before.
But—
A stronger force quickly locked onto her outstretched hand.
Isabella grabbed her hand and frowned. "You're attacking me at my door? Saskia, have you lost your mind?"
A flash of unwillingness crossed Saskia's eyes.
If the person who caused her to be gossiped about was someone else, she might have let it go.
But it just had to be Isabella, the person she looked down on the most.
Why?
Saskia mobilized her Inner Energy and suddenly swung her other hand at Isabella.
Isabella narrowed her eyes slightly and raised her hand to block the strike.
"Saskia, have you had enough?" Isabella stared at Saskia with a warning tone.
Saskia refused to give up and kicked hard at Isabella.
Isabella dodged to the side.
Saskia realized she couldn't even touch Isabella.
This made her even more furious and humiliated.
She attacked Isabella with even faster and stronger force.
Isabella was forced to fight back.
The commotion naturally alarmed the others inside.
Kennedy didn't expect Isabella and Saskia to start fighting right at the door. She rushed over, shocked at the scene.
Even Jasmine and the others from Room 111 next door came out to watch.
"Look what I'm seeing?" Jasmine held a bag of snacks, clearly ready to watch the show. "How did they start fighting? This is interesting."
Kennedy shouted from the side, "Stop fighting!"
But Saskia couldn't listen.
She just felt that she couldn't lose to Isabella.
After several exchanges, suddenly, a crisp slapping sound rang through the air.
Isabella unexpectedly slapped Saskia across the face.
Saskia froze.
She seemed to have been put on pause, covering her face and staring blankly at Isabella.
Isabella looked at her coldly. "You asked for it."
"If that doesn't wake you up, should I give you another slap?"
Saskia's eyes reddened with anger again, and she lunged at Isabella with her teeth bared.
The two fought again.
A few seconds later.
A loud crash.
Saskia was kicked away by Isabella and fell heavily to the ground.
Saskia's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Pain followed immediately.
Saskia bit her lip, looking at Isabella in the distance who hadn't been hurt at all, and felt like crying from frustration.
Why?
Why couldn't she do anything to Isabella?
"Saskia, stop embarrassing yourself," Selene, who was watching, said with a cold laugh. "You can't beat Isabella at all."
They could all see that Isabella had only been dodging at first and had no intention of attacking Saskia.
That slap was to wake Saskia up.
That kick afterward was also to make Saskia stop.
Only Saskia herself thought she could be Isabella's match and kept attacking Isabella relentlessly.
"Some people claim to be nobles, but they really have no class at all," Hestia said mockingly. "After doing such things, she still has the nerve to come and blame Isabella."
"Saskia, have some shame, will you?" Jasmine also sneered.
Hearing everyone's comments, Saskia's face burned with shame and anger, turning bright red.
She felt like she had become a complete joke.
Why?
Why was this happening?
Saskia got up from the ground and ran away with tears in her eyes.
——
When Jerald arrived at the experimental building, he naturally saw the disciplinary notice about Saskia.
Several students were still gathered around it.
Jerald frowned.
Hadn't he already stopped Isabella?
How did this matter still get exposed?
And so quickly—the public criticism was already out?
Jerald walked over and carefully read through the entire content. He patted one of the male students on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, what's going on here?"
The male student turned around and, seeing it was Jerald, respectfully called out "Jerald."
"Saskia maliciously deleted Isabella's experimental data and got punished," he said.
What happened was already written clearly—he didn't understand why Jerald was asking him.
Jerald frowned. He naturally knew all this.
After thinking for a moment, Jerald asked again, "How did Isabella know it was Saskia who deleted her experimental data? Does she have proof?"
"She should have proof. Without proof, how would she know it was Saskia?"
Jerald pressed his lips together, said nothing more, and turned back to his office.
As soon as he sat down, he received a call from Gabriella.
"Jerald, I'm in my office. Come over."
——
Gabriella's office.
Jerald pushed the door open.
He looked relatively calm. "Gabriella, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes." Gabriella put down the document in her hand and looked up at Jerald indifferently. "You saw the disciplinary notice about Saskia?"
Jerald nodded. "I saw it when I passed by the experimental building just now."
Gabriella stared at him. "Isabella came to you about this before, right?"
Jerald pressed his lips together, not knowing what to say.
"Jerald." Gabriella spoke earnestly. "Isabella came to you, and you said you wouldn't handle it. Then tell me—you're in charge of the physics experiments. If you don't handle it, who will? Me?"
"I..." Jerald's face looked somewhat uncomfortable. He thought for a moment and said, "I just felt that it was a small matter, not worth making a big deal out of."
"A small matter?" Gabriella laughed in disbelief. "You think this is a small matter? Then in your opinion, what kind of thing counts as a big deal?"
"One of your students was targeted and came to you, her teacher, for help. And you said you wouldn't handle it. Is this your attitude as a teacher?"