Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 441

They were about to appear on a show together, and at such a crucial time, offending the investors was the last thing anyone wanted. Despite their reluctance, they began a grueling ten thousand meter run.

Sophie gave Ricardo a cold glance. She was aware that he was deliberately targeting her, perhaps to get at Julian as well.

Such tactics were utterly repulsive.

Julian deliberately stayed behind Sophie, catching up to whisper, "Slow down. Time isn't the issue. Keeping your breath steady is what's important."

Before Sophie could respond, Julian added, "Meet me here at 8:30 tonight."

Then, he sprinted ahead.

Shirley clenched her fists as she witnessed the scene.

An hour in, they had barely managed to complete the run.

The guys were still okay, but the girls were clearly struggling.

Even in the winter breeze, the girls were drenched in sweat after the run. Their makeup was smeared, but they were unable to wipe it off without making a mess, which was incredibly uncomfortable.

Ricardo sat across them, calm and collected, watching everyone panting. He said, "Continue with leapfrog jumps for ten laps."

"What?" Jean was dumbfounded.

Leapfrog jumps for ten laps under these circumstances? Was this not a death sentence?

Sophie frowned at Ricardo's current demeanor.

"Right, Ms. Sophie, you sprained your ankle running those laps, which must have been tough for you. So please, sit next to me and help supervise everyone's training."

Ricardo's words were loaded with implication.

Sophie walked straight up to Ricardo and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing much. I'm just not in a good mood." Ricardo casually replied, "When I'm feeling down, I like to take it out on others. If you can improve my mood, maybe I'll let them stop."

It was getting late, and after such an intense day of training, everyone was at risk of falling sick, especially in the winter cold.

If all the trainees were to fall ill with a new show on the horizon, the consequences would be dire.

Sophie rolled up her sleeves and said, "It's just a dance, right? Mr. Ricardo, care to join me for a dance?"

A secretary nearby scolded coldly, "And who do you think you are to ask Mr. Ricardo to dance with you?"

Ricardo raised a hand to silence him, then stood up and asked, "What dance will we do?"