Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 130-2

The murmurs began immediately.

"Quiet!" Maximus’s voice cut through the chatter like a whip. "Anyone caught talking will run laps. Look at the other classes and then look at yourselves. Embarrassing."

The students straightened up instantly, the fear of punishment silencing their protests.

"From now on, anyone who moves or complains runs laps," Maximus declared. "You’ve barely stood, and your legs are already shaking. If this were a battlefield, you’d be dead weight, shot by the enemy in seconds. Soldiers I train are always victorious-don’t make me ashamed to call you mine."

The students’ morale plummeted. ’Is this guy serious? It’s just a little military training, not actual war. Chill out!’

my head’s spinning, and I feel faint," another girl chimed in coquettishly, hoping

at her. "Are you fainting right now? No? Then stand up and stay put. Stop reporting unless you’re

morning dragged on with the students barely holding

whistle, signaling a break for lunch, the group

of the afternoon schedule before dismissing them. Danielle and Juniper quickly ate and returned to their dorm to catch some

into bed, her phone buzzed

training? Are you exhausted?" David’s voice was so gentle it could melt the coldest

about the training. "Not at all. It was a breeze for

yet. Want me to have the nanny prepare soup and bring it to you later?" David was

sweetly on the phone. "Danielle, are you talking to your husband again? Look at that