The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 833

Mirabella gave him a good, long look before saying, “You know, people in the cafeteria can't stop talking about you.”

Even though his presence was intimidating enough to make anyone think twice about making eye contact, it didn’t stop them from gossiping.

James raised an eyebrow, served her a piece of fried chicken, and said slowly, “I bet they're all saying how terrifying I am as the head instructor.”

Mirabella shot him a sidelong glance, took a bite of the chicken, and thought, well, he sure knows himself.

“Have you ever done any training?” she asked casually after a moment.

Even though he didn’t need to personally train the students as the head instructor, his perfect posture that morning made it clear he had some serious experience.

“Yeah, I spent some time in boot camp,” James replied, his voice smooth and nonchalant, as if he were talking about something as ordinary as the weather.

Boot camp and regular army drills are worlds apart. What might seem grueling to the average person is nothing compared to the brutalities of special boot camps, where training is life-or-death. Those who come out of those places are the real deal.

Mirabella, though she didn't know much about the boot camps he mentioned, figured they were similar to the intense training she had gone through.

“So, how about you? You've been at it all morning. How's your stamina holding up?” James asked, shifting the focus to her.

She straightened up and nodded, “Not bad, actually.”

After all, basic formation practice and chanting were child's play to her.

James didn't eat much and soon put down his fork, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “If it gets too much, just let me know.”