Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1754

Fiona could barely keep up with Alec's steady pace.

"Keep your back straight, and stride out," Alec instructed, taking his time as usual.

Fiona shot him a sidelong glare. She managed only a few steps before she was gasping for air.

A group of boys running alongside her shouted, "Come on, Fiona! You're almost there!"

"Almost there" still meant there were seven hundred meters left, and Fiona felt utterly defeated. She hated running-absolutely despised it.

The gym teacher looked on, scratching his head awkwardly. What could he do? Her mom was on the school board!

Seeing Fiona's pace slow to a crawl, Alec suddenly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

"Ah! Alec! Put me down! Put me down!" she shrieked.

over a hundred meters

girls nearby were stunned. One couldn't

busy, muttering to himself, "Her mom's

"Ouch!"

gently

to do that. The teacher wouldn't have

chuckled, "Fiona, you're

said she went through tough times so I wouldn't have to." She

pin their hopes on

with all those wise words, you still won't

a way to measure ability. It's okay to fail; it just means I'm not good at sports. My mom would never scold me for

like something, she wouldn't

she'd read an English book; if art was fascinating during literature, she'd

get a new one. If water spilled, she'd pour