Some of the hostility had also gradually dissipated.
Training seemed to have become a kind of enjoyment.
Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the morning was gone.
Dallas Taylor called out "Dismiss," and the girls exhaled a sigh of relief, discussing what to eat.
Mia Ginger bent down to pick up her jacket when a clear male voice called her name from not far away.
She looked towards the voice, a bit surprised.
Mason Sutton, dressed in an extremely formal white shirt and black trousers, approached with long strides, a briefcase under one arm, and a bottle of pure water in his other hand. His handsome appearance drew quite a few curious looks from the students.
"Brother Sutton, why are you here?" Mia Ginger ran her hand through her hair, muttering softly.
"Your dad asked me to check on you." Mason Sutton handed her the bottled water, smiled, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to lunch."
