He had to run another fifty rounds? Darryl sweated profusely. The last time he ran, he was almost half dead. He slumped on the floor and took deep breaths.
Then, he saw Katherine approach him with a bottle of water in her hand.
Katherine bit her lip as she whispered, “Darryl, you must be thirsty. I brought you some water.”
Darryl did not accept the water. “What are you doing, Miss Katherine?” He smirked. “Feeling guilty for slapping me?”
His cheeks were still red from her slaps.
Katherine was slightly anxious. “Darryl, I had no choice,” she replied, “you saw what happened. I had to punish you in front of the Discipline Master.”
She lowered her head and begged. “Darryl, don’t be mad at me. Please?”
Darryl laughed. He took the bottle and gulped some water down. “Since you’ve pleaded, how could I hold a grudge against you?” he replied.
He stood up and walked off.
“Darryl, wait!” Katherine called after him.
He turned to see Katherine biting her lip. She was slightly hesitant as she asked, “Darryl, could you follow me to my office? I have something to talk to you about.”
They headed back to the office. In her office, Darryl slumped onto the couch. He took the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. He just ran fifty rounds —he was exhausted.
Katherine locked the door from inside, then she turned around and asked Darryl, “Darryl, the last time you said you had a solution to prevent me from losing ranks. Was it true?”
Katherine had become an ordinary person. She was extremely anxious and did not know what to do.
‘Ah, so it’s because of this,’ Darryl sneered silently in his heart and nodded. “Yes, but I remembered when I told you that Declan gave you a faulty elixir, you did not trust me. I also remembered clearly that you told me not to fabricate lies.”
“I trust you, Darryl.” Katherine panicked. “Help me, please.”