"You foolish brat! Have you forgotten everything that I had taught you?
Can't you even defend yourself? What a waste of my effort!" A furious Crayson did not pull back his punches during the training.
Veronica hadn't expected him to not pull his punches, so she didn't go full-out, resulting in suffering a punch that knocked her down to the ground. Due to the excruciating pain, she couldn’t get up on her feet instantly. "It hurts! Master Crayson, are you trying to kill me and get a new disciple for yourself?" She covered her stomach as the pain spread throughout her body. "From now onward, my mission is to train you daily. If you're not going to take it seriously, endure the pain then. I won't go easy on you, but I promise I will not hurt your face." Despite his ordinary menswear, he stood firmly with his hands behind him like a menacing mafia boss.
"My face?" Veronica didn’t feel grateful for his consideration at all, for Crayson was a man of his word.
He meant everything he said, and he was serious this time around.
Nervous, she rose to her feet and attempted to do her best.
Still, her determination alone was never enough because of her lack of sleep. Due to insomnia, she slept at four in the morning, and before long, she was forced to receive training. Therefore, the inadequate rest had definitely caused her to react slower, falling behind Crayson's punches.
Although she was severely beaten up, it didn't soothe the fire in Crayson as he growled, "Get up! Prove that my teaching hasn't gone to waste! Do you hear me?"
Veronica lay on the cold ground while covering her right shoulder, which hurt like hell. "Master Crayson, be gentle. I'm dying here." "Then, I'll beat you to death, you unworthy thing!"
Thus, the hellish morning training went on, and Veronica felt pain in every part of her body. Finally, after a quick shower, she decided to take a short rest on the couch and fell asleep in the end.
It wasn't until her phone rang that she woke up from her deep sleep, finding herself covered with a blanket.
It must be Master L ray son, she assumed, as she had handed the spare keys to him yesterday.
Lying on the couch, she fumbled about to grab her phone. When she realized that it was Ruka calling, she sprang up instantly. "Darn it!"
"Hi. Ruka?"
Both of them had promised to visit the president of a modeling agency today, yet she had long forgotten about the meeting due to the impromptu morning training.
"Are you ready? Where should I wait for you?"
"Yeah, I'm ready. Just text me the address. I'll see you there."
"Okay."
The call ended, and Veronica texted a cute sticker to Ruka through Whatsapp. They had exchanged numbers last night.
Ruka messaged Veronica the location, where she quickly changed her clothes and put on light make-up before leaving the house.
Twenty minutes later, she finally arrived at the destination where Ruka was waiting for her. Veronica scampered and greeted, "Morning. Sorry for the long wait."
With her hair tied up, Ruka wore a pair of sunglasses to reveal only her striking red lips that contrasted her white coat. Still, she exuded fierce elegance, which added to her ethereal visage with a luster of maturity. One could not deny the fact that she was a true beauty.
"I've just arrived. Come on, let's head inside."
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