NovelEnglishChapter 1241
Flora slipped back into her room and pulled out her phone to check her messages. The Wi-Fi here was downright
terrible just enough to manage a chat. Her joining Martial World was a well-kept secret; nobody knew except
those at the medical base. Flora hadn't spilled
the beans to anyone else, so everyone assumed she was still there.
As soon as she logged in, she noticed a message from Cecelia: "Hey, can you rein in your brother? He's driving
Flora, intrigued, replied, "What did he do this time?"
Cecelia sent a screenshot.
[BigVHenrik: Day one of wanting to make my girlfriend my wife officially!]
[BigVHenrik: Day two of wanting to make my girlfriend my wife officially!]
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[BigVHenrik: Day three of wanting to make my girlfriend my wife officially!]
Every day, the sstory. And he's posting this for over ten million followers to see. Classic over-the-top CEO
behavior! The intewas buzzing, and Cecelia's Twitter was flooded with comments like: [Did she becthe
CEO's beloved wife today!] [Another day of almost becoming the CEO's darling!]
Flora chuckled after reading it. Her brother was something else.
Meanwhile, Sydney really had spent the whole night on her knees. Tara and her crew helped her up.
"Sydney, there's shot water ready for you. Go soak and warm up," Tara said.
"Thanks, Tara." Sydney exhaled deeply, her eyes downcast, concealing her resentment.
"I tried speaking to the master for you, but he's too furious. My words didn't help," Tara sighed. "How did things
get this out of hand? As for Flora, let's not even go there." "Tara, | know you care, but | won't let Flora get away
with this!"
Sydney's eyes were filled with hatred. The rift with Flora was now irrevocable. And the Gilbert family...
After Tara helped her to the bath, Sydney's knees were stiff, and every step was agonizing. She applied some
ointment and lay down, but the bitterness in her heart wouldn't fade. She couldn't get to Flora now, but Jacob
and Carly? They were fair game, right? They were scheduled for the noble families' assessment, and her fiancé,
Kenneth, was in charge of the training.
Sydney picked up her phone and dialed. Her fingers still trembled from the night's ordeal. "Hey, sis-in-law," a
cheerful voice answered.
Sydney didn't call Kenneth but rather one of his subordinates. Kenneth was easy to sway, but he stuck to his
guns on important matters. Last time, she got him to intercept someone from the Gilbert family; he agreed
because it was minor. But the noble families' assessment involved his promotion, and he wouldn't bend on that.
"Hawthorn, what's up?"
"We're training! Are you checking up on us, sis-in-law?" Hawthorn teased, "The captain's been with us the
whole time, not messing around
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with other women."
Sydney forced a smile, her knees aching. She got straight to the point: "Are you helping Ajing with the noble
families’ assessment?"
"Yep, we're training them."
"Hawthorn, | need a favor," Sydney said, taking a deep breath.
"Sfolks from the Gilbert family in the assessment have crossed me."
Hawthorn quickly caught her drift.
"You wantto give them sspecial treatment?"
"Exactly." The anger in Sydney's eyes was nearly boiling over: "Don't treat them like people, push them like
animals."
After a brief silence, Hawthorn replied, "Got it, sis-in-law."
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