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Domenic carefully avoided looking at Rita after starting the car. He also refrained from speaking to her, fearful she might reveal more unsettling truths.
Marc and Terry stuck close together, hoping to escape Rita’s observant eye. They didn’t want Connor to find out they were subsisting on bread and pickles, which often left them breathless and weak.
They preferred to keep this a secret from everyone, fearing ridicule at Doomsday Base, especially from their chief instructor, ck Mallow.
Top trainees at Doomsday Base typically earned at least 2 million dors a year and led carefree lives, unlike their miserable existence. Like Marc and Terry, Domenic also wished to hide his unfortunate situation.
He had graduated from a prestigious university, and his peers had envied him for bing Connor’s special assistant. He dreaded the thought of them discovering how miserable he had be.
He had to concede that Rita was right. He had indeed be fragile. He often felt anxious and weak, which was a clear sign of his poor health. But there wasn’t much he could do. Burdened by significant debt, he had to subsist on bread and pickles to make ends meet.
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Although such foodcked nutrients, it was better than having nothing at all.
Suddenly, Domenic felt dizzy, his legs weakening. At that moment, there was a loud bang—the car jolted harshly. He realized he hadn’t been watching the road and had struck arge rock or some other obstacle.
Even after realizing his mistake, Domenic was slow to react. After several rough jolts, the car veered towards a roadside sycamore tree. At the crucial moment, he thought to turn the steering wheel, but his brain’smands didn’t reach his hands. He was immobilized.
Just as the car neared the tree, a slender leg reached out and swiftly corrected the steering wheel, guiding the car back on track.
Once the danger had passed, Domenic, drenched in cold sweat, realized the gravity of the situation. Instinctively, he nced at Rita, who had timely intervened with her leg, and expressed his gratitude. “Thank you so much.”
He then checked on Connor and Marissa via the rearview mirror. “Are you alright, Mr. Daniels, Miss Nash?”
They were unharmed, as the ident was minor for seasoned fighters like Lone Wolf and ck Snake, but both appeared irritated.
Marissa said sarcastically, “Domenic, are you capable of doing your job?”
Domenic pressed his lips together in embarrassment and remained silent.
Connor asked sternly, “What’s going on, Domenic? I pay you a sry of 1.2 million dors a year, yet you’re suffering from malnutrition. What are you doing with your money?”
Domenic couldn’t bring himself to admit he was using it to pay off debts, so he stammered, “Lately… I’ve been trying a new diet.”
Connor looked at him as if he were a fool. “You’re suspended. Go home and finish your diet. Return to work once you’re done. I can’t afford to have a malnourished assistant. It’s a risk to my safety.”
Domenic quickly protested, “No, no, please don’t do that. Mr. Daniels, I don’t need a suspension.”
He couldn’t afford to be suspended at all. He was making 120,000 dors a month, which barely covered his basic needs for bread and pickles. Without his sry, he wouldn’t even be able to afford the basics.
“Mr. Daniels, I will end my diet tomorrow,” Domenic hastily assured Connor. “Don’t worry. This won’t happen again.”
Connor exhaled deeply and ceased hisints. He felt increasingly disheartened. Rita, the new addition to the Daniels Manor staff against his will, was a constant irritation. His highly-paid special assistant was proving to be another source of irritation.
The rest of the drive passed without incident. They safely reached Daniels Manor, and everyone disembarked.
Then, suddenly, a strong gust of wind surged. Rita, who was slight and slender, remained unmoved. Marc and Terry, however, were so frail that they were blown away by the wind
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