The meeting room slowly fell silent after Arthur, Aiden, and Damian entered.
One by one, the students returned to their seats.
Arthur casually walked toward the head of the long table and sat down as though nothing unusual had happened.
But there was one rather noticeable problem.
A small bump had formed on his forehead.
Damian and Aiden had similar swollen marks on their heads.
The 3 of them looked as though they had been punished by the same furious person.
Arthur rubbed his forehead and looked toward Layla with a wounded expression.
"It hurts."
Layla raised an eyebrow.
Arthur continued.
"Did you really have to resort to violence?"
Layla folded her arms.
"Then stop giving me so many headaches."
Damian and Aiden exchanged glances.
Then Damian cautiously looked toward Layla.
"Senior, why did you hit us too?"
Aiden immediately nodded.
"Yeah. Kill that dumbass if you want."
He pointed toward Arthur.
"But why us?"
Layla turned her cold gaze toward the 2 of them.
