Chapter 390

“Yes, Ms. Frazier,” replied the butler. Debra’s voice rang out clearly, reaching the ears of those inside the room. Eve’s face instantly flushed red, and Freya frowned, wondering if Debra really had great patience.

All of Debra’s luggage had been meticulously checked by the staff. Once everything was confirmed to be in order, the butler nodded satisfactorily.

“Ms. Frazier, you will be staying here for a while. During this time, you can’t go out. You’ll need to follow the training schedule. Don’t worry; the trainee life won’t last long.”

“I see.”

With the gossip about her and JJuan swirling outside, this place seemed like a perfect retreat for her to enjoy some much-needed peace.

“I’ll leave now. If you need anything, just call me.”

“Alright.”

After the butler and his team left, the bell in the room rang sharply. She knew what that signified; Hannah had told her about it.

At the call of emergency assembly, the trainees next door rushed out of their rooms almost instinctively. Soon, the boys and girls stood separately on the training ground.

“Oscar, slow down.” Tomas Conrad finally made it to the field, panting heavily.

The female trainees trained on schedule every day, and their leaders never required them to work overtime. However, Oscar Harper was different. He made them run laps before dawn, and after running ten laps, they had to run another fifteen, according to the training agenda.

“I mean, even if a beautiful girl joins today, you don’t have to be this excited, do you?” Tomas teased.

Someone beside him chuckled, “Tomas, stop making up stories about Oscar. When has he ever paid attention to beautiful girls? He’s totally a celibate type.”

Tomas laughed, “I get it. Oscar is steel and would never…”

Before he could finish, his gaze turned toward Debra. “Look! That’s the new trainee. Wow! She looks so much better than in the photos.”

Oscar also looked over but showed little interest. Debra was wearing the trainee uniform; her proportions were perfect. The belt accentuated her shape well. Even without makeup, her face was flawless.

The male coach whistled sharply. “What are you looking at? I see you’re not tired enough. Run another twenty laps. No breakfast until you finish.”

Tomas groaned in despair, but Oscar had already started leading the team.

For the girls, Debra stood in the front row. The female coach was Hannah, her eyes scanning the group.

“The boys run nearly thirty laps every day. We’re running less than half of that. From today on, you’ll run the same laps. Only after that can you eat. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Hannah stood in place, and Freya led the run. Debra had a morning exercise routine for a long time, so running wasn’t a big deal for her. However, running thirty laps would be an ordeal.

Hannah shouted, “Listen up. In the future, when you have schedules, you’ll be racing against time every day. You’ll see that thirty laps of running is nothing.”

Eve grumbled under her breath, “You’re the one to talk. Do you dare to come and run?”

Ashley hushed her. “Shh. Keep it down, or you’ll be punished again.”

She was dissatisfied too, but they had no choice. Debra led the way, her stride steady and confident. After ten laps, the others were visibly exhausted. Debra, however, maintained a steady pace, her breathing even and controlled. Even Freya couldn’t help but steal glances at her.

When Freya first joined, she would have collapsed after ten laps, but Debra was still energetic. Debra gave them a casual glance. Her strong physique wasn’t built overnight; it was the result of consistent routines and disciplined habits from her past.

The thirty grueling laps took a full hour. Everyone lay on the ground, utterly drained. Debra struggled to steady her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. Thirty laps were a challenge, even for her.

“Good job! You can go eat now,” Hannah announced. “Debra, stay.”

The boys, who had finished their training earlier, watched with curiosity. Tomas nudged Oscar and said, “Look! Why is Debra the only one left behind?”

Another guy chimed in, “I heard she got in through connections. Isn’t this an obvious privilege?”

Tomas complained, “We all worked hard to get here, and she just walked in. It’s all because of her looks and her rich husband.”

That guy disagreed. “No. She is about to divorce her CEO husband. She must have another wealthy backer.”

“What? That’s crazy!” Tomas gasped.

Oscar, uninterested in the gossip, stood up and addressed the group. “I think you’re all too idle.”

“We’ve had enough rest. Ready to eat now,” Tomas said, quickly standing up. “Enough gossip, guys. Get up, and let’s go have breakfast.”

“Let’s go.”

The group quickly dispersed. Hannah handed Debra a set of documents. “I’ve arranged a special nutrition meal for you with a nutritionist, and Mr. Andrew Potter wants to assign you a personal chef.” “Personal chef?” Debra muttered.

It was clear that Andrew was stirring things up. Signing her into the program halfway, arranging the grand move, and now assigning a nutritionist. Andrew’s intentions were becoming increasingly evident. He wasn’t just giving her privilege; he was setting her up.

“What’s Mr. Andrew Potter’s real intention? To make me the public enemy?”

“Don’t misunderstand; he is just giving you special attention.”

“Do you believe that?”

She was dealing with a seasoned schemer, but she was no less sophisticated. The only downside was that she was on Andrew’s turf and at their mercy.

“Don’t go overboard. I’ll do whatever he wants without extra fuss.”

“I’m just following orders. Ms. Frazier, please follow me.”

Hannah led the way, likely to a privileged area. Inside the staff cafeteria, an array of exquisite breakfast options awaited them.