Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

They were going to participate in a show, and offending the investors now was akin to shooting themselves in the foot.

Gritting their teeth, the trainees began the grueling run.

Debra shot a cold glance at Edgar, aware that he was trying to mess with her and possibly with Oscar too. His tactics were as transparent as they were nauseating.

Intentionally falling behind, Oscar leaned close to her and said, "Slow down. Time isn't an issue; keeping your breath steady is most important."

Without waiting for her to respond, he added, "I'll be here waiting for you at 8:30 tonight."

Then he picked up his pace and ran ahead. Freya watched the exchange, her fists clenched in anger.

After an hour of relentless running, they barely managed to finish 30 laps. The boys were holding up, but the girls were struggling. Though in the winter chill, sweat drenched their bodies. Their makeup was smudged, but they couldn't wipe their faces. It was simply tormenting.

exhaustion with detached air. "Continue with

"What?" Ashley was stunned.

run out, and frog jumping for ten laps was

her eyes narrowing as

Ms. Frazier sprained her ankle. Running 30 laps was already tough for her. Please come sit next to me and help

simply didn't want to dance. He was trying to shift the blame

started to

unwilling to dance and put us into

just dancing, not like it's a big deal. Why wouldn't you

you cozying up to your sponsors

herself, Oscar shouted, "What are the boys doing?

without question. Seeing the boys start their froggumps,