My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

hapter 433

Henry, who had been worried about Eve, shouted, “Everyone, stop!”

His usual composure was thrown to the wind, replaced by a father’s desperate cry.

The trainees, who had been relentlessly frog–jumping across the field, crumpled to the ground. Exhaustion clung to them like a second skin.

“Let’s see how you’re going to make me lose money,” Edgar said.

Debra smiled enigmatically, her eyes giving nothing away.

Edgar walked away, and Henry scurried after him.

By nightfall, the intense training had taken its toll. Everyone was too worn out to even lift their forks.

“My legs feel like they’re made of lead.”

“It’s all Debra’s fault. If she had just danced earlier, we wouldn’t be in this

mess.”

complaints echoed through the dining hall, but Debra was nowhere

be found.

Edgar playing at? Is he just messing with us, or does he

put down his fork and knife and cleared his plate. Tomas shouted after

headed to the

sudden tap on his shoulder made him turn. Expecting to see Debra, he was

business, Oscar replied, trying

his arm and persisted, “Are

“We’re

deceived. Debra is married and still fooling around. How can

up!” Oscar growled, his patience

was the

“I thought Miss Ger most high–minded and prideful among the trainees and

with accusation. “Oscar, you were

a couple?” Debra

“No,” Oscar stated firmly.

hiss. “I told you.

so rigidly. Does