Chapter 392
Wendy scoffed. “It’s easy for Gaby to say! It she’s so capable, why doesn’t she run instead?”
“Hush! Watch your words, or you’ll be punished later!”
Although Dorothy had complained too, she had no choice but to keep running.
Up ahead, Maeve maintained a steady pace–not too fast, and not too slow either.
After ten laps, everyone was exhausted, but Marve’s breathing remained steady. Even Cathy couldn’t help but glance at her more than once.
When Cathy first joined the team, she would have collapsed after just ten laps.
However, Maeve showed no signs of fatigue.
Maeve merely cast a fleeting glance at them
Habits weren’t formed overnight. It was her habits from her past that contributed to her stronger physique.
By the time they were done with the 30 laps, an hour had passed.
Everyone collapsed on the ground, completely drained of energy.
Maeve struggled to steady her breathing, her heart still racing. The intensity of thirty laps was overwhelming.
“Good job. You can have your meals now,” Gaby said, glancing at Maeve, “Maeve, stay here.”
The boys had already finished running a while ago. Upon witnessing this, Zander hastily tapped Mason’s arm. “Hey, look at that. Do you think there’s something odd about Maeve? Everyone already left, but Gaby told her to stay!”
“I heard Maeve got in through connections. Isn’t that just blatant favoritism?” Zander continued.
“We’ve all worked so hard to get here, and she just waltzed in, all because of her looks and her rich husband.”
Nonsense! Maeve and Mr. Brooks are rumored to be getting a divorce. She must have another wealthy man backing her up!”
“Wow, that’s quite scandalous, isn’t it?”
Mason wasn’t interested in the gossip. He stood up and said casually, “Looks like you guys have too much free time on your hands.”
“Sorry, Mason. We’re done resting, let’s go eat!” Zander quickly got up and stood with Mason.
“Come on, enough gossiping! Get up and let’s eat!”
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
Everyone left the place in a flurry.
Meanwhile, Gaby handed over some documents to Marve and said, “I’ve already arranged for a personal nutritionist to plan your specialized meals. In other terms, Mr. Hackett assigned a personal chef for you.
“A personal chet?”
Maeve’s guess was spot on.
Levi was definitely up to something
From speaking her in as an outsider to receiving special treatment in dorm arrangements and now even being provided with a personal nutritionist
It was clear that Levi wasn’t showing favoritism but rather setting her up for trouble.
Maeve decided to confront the situation bead–on. “What’s Mr. Hackett’s intention? Does he want me to become everyone’s enemy?”
“It’s a misunderstanding. Mr. Hackett is just looking out for you,” Gaby replied,
“Would you believe that if I said that to you?”
Both of them were cunning foxes, so there was no point in playing coy.
Now that she was under Levi’s domain, she had no choice but to play along
Maeve remarked, “I’ll do whatever he wants, just don’t go overboard.”
“I’m just following orders, Ms. Scott. Please follow me,” Gaby said as she led the way. She was most likely leading Maeve to receive her special treatment