Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 434:

Domenic carefully avoided looking at Rita after starting the car. He also refrained from speaking to her, fearful she might reveal more unsettling truths.

Marc and Terry stuck close together, hoping to escape Rita’s observant eye. They didn’t want Connor to find out they were subsisting on bread and pickles, which often left them breathless and weak.

They preferred to keep this a secret from everyone, fearing ridicule at Doomsday Base, especially from their chief instructor, Black Mallow.

Top trainees at Doomsday Base typically earned at least 2 million dollars a year and led carefree lives, unlike their miserable existence. Like Marc and Terry, Domenic also wished to hide his unfortunate situation.

He had graduated from a prestigious university, and his peers had envied him for becoming Connor’s special assistant. He dreaded the thought of them discovering how miserable he had become.

He had to concede that Rita was right. He had indeed become fragile. He often felt anxious and weak, which was a clear sign of his poor health. But there wasn’t much he could do. Burdened by significant debt, he had to subsist on bread and pickles to make ends meet.

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nutrients, it was better than having nothing at

moment, there was a loud bang—the car jolted harshly. He realized

tree. At the crucial moment, he thought to turn the steering wheel, but

a slender leg reached out and swiftly corrected the steering wheel, guiding the car back

in cold sweat, realized the gravity of the situation. Instinctively, he

the rearview mirror. “Are you alright,

unharmed, as the accident was minor for seasoned fighters like Lone

said sarcastically, “Domenic, are you capable of doing

pressed his lips together in embarrassment and remained

a salary of 1.2 million dollars a year, yet you’re suffering from malnutrition. What

to admit he was using it to pay off

fool. “You’re suspended. Go home and finish your diet. Return to work once you’re done.

do that. Mr. Daniels, I don’t need

couldn’t afford to be suspended at all. He was making 120,000 dollars a month, which barely covered his basic needs for bread and pickles.

end my diet tomorrow,” Domenic hastily assured