Chapter 319 Can We Be Friends?
Abella couldn't help but laugh at his tone,“It was a subordinate reporting to me for work. Are you really that jealous? Do I need to replace all my subordinates with women?”
“Actually, that's not a bad idea.”
Abella couldn't contain her amusement,“And what about you?”
“All my subordinates could be men.”
Abella was left speechless as their banter continued until someone knocked on the door, prompting her to end the call.
“Abella, these are the uniforms for tomorrow’s military training. I got you two sets, both in your size.”
The visitor was Clare.
Abella examined the uniforms, noting their good quality, and suddenly remembered Phillipe asking her over the phone if she had received her uniform. Could it be…
“I heard this year’s uniform material and design are different from previous years. It’s sponsored by the Bourbon Group. Was this your husband’s doing?”
Abella’s cheeks flushed slightly,“What husband?”
“He’s your man, isn’t he? Or is he mine?” Clare joked. “This material is really nice, but the style seems a bit conservative...”
Nothing that should be revealed is visible…
That man, so fiercely protective...
The next morning, all the freshmen stood on the parade ground, baking under the scorching sun.
From a distance, it was a sea of people.
The instructor leading Abella’s class looked very strict. Despite his youth, his dark face and sharp gaze were intimidating.
“It’s so hot, I think I’m going to faint…”
“Help, I can’t take it anymore after just one hour…”
“When will this end?”
Many girls whispered complaints in the ranks. Clare was parched by the sun, and looking at Abella, her clear eyes sparkled, not showing a hint of tiredness but rather a spirited energy.
“Abella, are you superhuman or what?” Clare said, her throat feeling like it was on fire.
“It's just standing,” Abella replied nonchalantly. Apart from her, the entire class swayed like flowers in a greenhouse, unable to withstand the sun’s searing heat.
“Everyone, stand up straight.” The instructor blew his whistle, his expression stern,“Didn’t have breakfast? Look at the class next door. Tell me, are they standing properly?”
The class said weakly,“No—”
“You’re no better than them. Buck up! At ease, attention! Stand straight—”
The class was on the verge of collapse.
“Only through rigorous training can you become strong! You're falling apart before it even starts? That’s an embarrassment! Attention! Chest out, shoulders back!”
Then, a girl in the crowd raised her hand weakly,“Sir, I feel dizzy…”
“In my ranks, no one is allowed to fall! I’d rather you sacrifice on the battlefield than desert in the face of the enemy! That’s the hallmark of an American soldier!”
The class was more despondent...
“Attention all—”
The instructor blew his whistle and noticed a boy who had been staring at Abella. He slapped the back of the boy’s head, his tone fierce.
“Your girlfriend? No? Then what are you staring at!! Stand straight—”
All morning, the class was tormented by the instructor named Liam...
Finally, they got a break.
Everyone rushed to the cafeteria.
Clare leaned on Abella, weakly saying,“Granpa Wilson told me to take care of you, but you don’t need any care at all!”
The most spirited person in the class was her...
“It’s so hot, let’s go eat before there are no seats left.” Josie said, pulling their hands, both hot and hungry.
“Did I get a tan?” Joanna touched her face, feeling the heat, probably a few shades darker.
They reached the cafeteria, and just as they sat down with their food, they heard people at the next table chatting.
“I heard the top scorer’s dorm is in the South Building. Does anyone from there know what she looks like?”
“People with good grades usually have bad temperaments and are ugly, right?”
“There are many comments online saying she’s particularly scary-looking, short and fat, with a face full of acne.”
“And bald!”
Abella, who was eating nearby: ????
The other three girls looked at Abella, who was neither short, fat, ugly, nor bald?!
She was stunning, with flawless skin. The rumors online were absurdly false.
“I saw her former classmate reveal that the top scorer is antisocial, weird-tempered, and often talks to herself like a lunatic…”
Clare couldn't listen anymore, she slammed the table,“Have you seen her? Don’t spread rumors if you haven’t. Does it cost nothing to spread falsehoods? So tired from training and you gossip instead of eating?”
The other party was intimidated by her presence and felt wronged. They were just chatting, it wasn’t them who made up these stories...
If the top scorer was really pretty, how could there be such bad reviews online??
Abella was eating when her phone vibrated.
It was a call from a subordinate.
“Boss, I’ve checked; all the male servants in your house have clean backgrounds.”
“Are you sure?”
In just one day? All clear? That was quick.
“Their background information was easy to trace…” the subordinate explained.
“Okay, got it.” After ending the call, Abella typed and sent another message.
“Check thoroughly. See if any of them have ever bought fake identities, if the addresses on their ID cards really exist. For those whose hometowns are far away, check if such a person really exists there, if they look the same as on the ID card, what relatives they have back home, and whether these relatives recognize them, etc.”
The subordinate was stunned, not expecting the boss to be so detailed.
“Boss, I know you’re worried about someone who is taking advantage from your family... OK, no problem, leave it to me.”
Abella put away her phone, and the intense gazes around her quickly withdrew.
“Abella, you’re too pretty. A bunch of guys around us are looking at you,” Josie couldn’t help but give her a signal.
Abella’s beauty was pleasing even to a girl like her, let alone the boys...
Joanna sipped her soup, adding,“Not just Abella, Clare is also popular. Their beauty really stands out at Medical College.”
“There are plenty of guys looking at you two as well,” Clare said nonchalantly after finishing her meal. “Our dorm probably has the highest beauty quotient.”
“Hello.”
Just then, a boy approached them, asking shyly,“What’s your name? Can we be friends?”
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