Chapter 547: Connor scrutinized Marc and Terry, his gaze shifting back and forth between them, sending shivers down their spines.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt last, he spoke with a loaded tone. "I have a few questions for you two. I expect good answers." Marc and Terry nodded respectfully. "Of course, Mr. Daniels. Please, ask away." Connor's first question was direct: "What are your thoughts aboutas your boss?" Terry responded immediately, his voice filled with admiration. "Mr. Daniels, you are the finest boss in the world." A smile played on Connor's lips. "In what way?" "You always pay us promptly and treat us fairly," Terry explained. "You've been forgiving even when we've made mistakes. That means a lot to us." Connor nodded, prompting him further. "Anything else?" Let your mind wander with gVlnov☐☐☐☐☐☐ "Yes," Terry continued. "You're brilliant and brave, and you show great tolerance towards us. Despite our shortcomings, you've always shown trust. We truly appreciate it. You really are the best boss." Connor's response was tinged with amusement. "I wouldn't have realized I possess so many virtues if you hadn't mentioned them." Terry caught the irony in his voice and fell silent, suddenly wary.
Marc chimed in, eager to reinforce the sentiment. “We truly believe you are the best, Mr. Daniels. We hold nothing but admiration and respect for you. Please, don't doubt our loyalty." Connor acknowledged this with a noncommittal grunt.
Then he changed the subject abruptly. "How would you comparewith your goddess, Black Mallow, your chief instructor at Doomsday Base?" The question caught Marc and Terry off guard. They wondered why Mr. Daniels would bring up their chief instructor out of the blue. Regaining his composure, Marc replied, "In our hearts, you are a god, Mr. Daniels. The chief instructor is like a goddess to us. There is no competition between the two." "You both are celestial beings in our eyes," Terry added, supporting Marc's view.
Connor seemed satisfied with their responses. Relieved by his softened expression, Marc and Terry exhaled quietly, thinking they were out of danger. Internally, however, they were baffled. What had gotten into Mr. Daniels today? Was he jealous? But he didn't even know the chief instructor. How absurd! Suddenly, Connor's next question cut through the silence. "If Black Mallow wanted to kill me, would you help her, or would you protect me?" Marc and Terry were speechless, their minds racing. They couldn't fathom why their boss would ask such a disturbing question. Why did Connor think Black Mallow would kill him? Was it because of a lack of sleep the previous night? As Connor looked at their confused expressions, his rage intensified. He was paying them $1.2 million annually. Yet, when his life seemed at risk, they hesitated. Connor believed if the situation he was assuming really happened, he would be dead by the tthey thought it through.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe more he thought about it, the angrier he got. In his fury, he lashed out at each of them with a fierce kick.
Marc and Terry winced in pain, suddenly snapping back to reality. Marc tried to reassure him. "Mr. Daniels, that will never happen." Terry chimed in quickly, “Exactly, Mr. Daniels. We hesitated momentarily, but there's no need for concern. Our chief instructor would never harm you."
Connor's anger dissolved into laughter. "And why are you so certain e your chief instructor won't harm me?"
Caught off guard by the question, Terry laughed nervously and blurted e out, "She has a crush on you." This revelation warmed Connor's heart and instantly lifted his spirits. "Did she really say that?" Terry looked puzzled and shook his head. "No, I just guessed."
Disappointment flickered in Connor's eyes. He had hoped Marissa had confessed her feelings to the guard Realizing it was just their speculation, he scoffed, thinking his two guards were just being naive. Lost in thought, Connor then noticed Marissa watching them from the office door