The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 440

Thomas was taken aback, his eyes darting towards Percival.

"Ma'am, you're practically signing my death warrant here!" He yelled inside.

"Percival, hear me out. This is the training grounds. I have to be in combat gear. I am the Chief Instructor, and I can't very well train them in a suit and tie!"

Percival's eyes briefly swept over Thomas's attire without a word, instead wrapping his arm around Vivienne, and they made their way deeper into the training area.

For a few seconds, Thomas felt like he just walked through the valley of the shadow of death.

Leopold slapped Thomas on the back with a smirk, "Man, that gear does look sharp on you, though."

Thomas shot him a glare that could kill and kicked out at him half-heartedly, then quickly caught up with Percival.

"Percival, the training's halfway through. If we're bringing in the newbie, we might need to fast-track her."

Thomas implied that Anna had to pass the earlier assessment today if she wanted to keep her spot here. Percival's stern face held a grave expression as he said, "Let's begin now."

Neither Vivienne nor Anna had any objections.

It was only fair.

If Anna could not pass the earlier assessments, it only proved she did not have the mettle to stay.

"Captain."

Off in the distance, a man in an olive-drab tee approached, saluting Percival crisply.

This was Soren, the physical training examiner.

After exchanging pleasantries with Percival, Soren sized up Vivienne. Then his gaze landed on Anna. "So you're the little lady who waltzed in through the back door?"

His tone was less than friendly, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Thomas signaled to him discreetly, whispering, "Soren, watch the attitude."

"Come on, man, she's Ma'am's protégé. Besides, it's not like she wanted the shortcut. If she can't make the cut, even Percival won't keep her here. Don't be so aggressive, or you might just tick off Percival!" He thought, trying to signal Soren with his eyes.

instructor. We

were clearly directed at

Soren's target, stepped forward angrily, "Soren, who the fuck do you think you're talking to with

gaze landing squarely on Soren. "You're not wrong. Show your worth, and

frowned slightly. "Who's wasting whose time is yet to be

face. "Soren, empty threats aren't

was the most hot-headed of

capability, he was

As for Thomas

Percival speak,

the talking."

piqued Vivienne's

seemed Soren's real challenge was

Interesting.

slight smile, utterly unfazed by

not even beat Percival were

I win, I stay for training. If I lose, I'll pack up and leave without fuss." Surprised by

more comfortable clothes, and a one-on-one

sidelines, aware

was anyone's

an eyebrow. "I bet

money on Soren," Percival replied,

gathered around, cheering

by the roaring

with mud flying

sharp and precise, and Anna used her agility to dodge his

the end, the match was too close

Anna's vital point while she held

in a stalemate,

formed a triumphant smile, turning

separated them, announcing the result,

at Soren. "Man, are you embarrassed? Fighting

kicked a clod of mud, sending

couple of inches, and the mud landed right at

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