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    “Of course I am!” Marlon looked like he was practically glowing with pride.


    “Once I wrap things up with Brady, I’ll figure out their rewards.”


    “Don’t be stingy.”


    “You think I’m that kind of guy?”


    “Yes.”


    “Fine.” Looking pleased, Marlon offered, “You write up a list of what you think they deserve. I’ll take a look at itter.”


    “Deal.” Ellis epted the offer and walked off.


    Marlon stared after him for a second longer. Since when did Ellis care about rewards anyway? He used to be all about brushing things off with a casual “do whatever.”


    “Don’t you think Ellis has been acting a little strangetely?” Marlon muttered.


    Michael answered right away, “Hasn’t he always been strange?”


    “Has he?”


    “Yeah.”


    “What’s strange about him?”


    “He’s strangely good at everything.”


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    Michael stopped joking and nudged him. “Forget him for now. The wager’s what really matters. Call Brady already.”


    “You’re right. That’s more important.” Marlon wasted no time and pulled out his phone.


    Meanwhile, Ellis had a brief word with Freya and Frederick before sending them off to rest.


    During their break, everyone spent their downtime in their own way.


    Their three-day break passed in a sh.


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    When training resumed, Ellis didn’t hold back in the slightest. Each session left them so sore they could barely move afterward.


    At first, they groaned and suffered through it, but they couldn’t deny the results. As the difficulty ramped up, just hearing the word “training” or spotting Ellis nearby made everyone tense up.


    One tiny mistake meant sprints with weighted packs.


    But slowly, under Ellis’s brutal guidance, every one of them became a standout. Even though those days were long past, for Freya, they still felt close—like they had happened just yesterday.


    She woke up in the morning, gazing quietly at the man holding her, emotions swirling in her chest. Back then, she had never imagined she would end up with Ellis. And she certainly never dreamed he had liked her from the very beginning—and hadn’t stopped liking her since.


    “What is it?” Ellis opened his eyes and caught her staring, his voice low and warm.


    “Nothing really. Just thinking about the past,” Freya murmured as she nestled closer, feeling the quietfort of his arms. “It’s been so many years, but everything still feels as clear as yesterday.”


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