Never See You Again (Sergio and Maeve) novel Chapter 433

The trainees were soon about to go on the show together. Crossing the investors now would be the worst move imaginable.

With that, everyone clenched their teeth and embarked on a grueling six-mile run.

Maeve shot a frosty glance at Conner. She knew all too well this was his calculated ploy to mess with her, and maybe Mason too. His tactics were sickening.

Mason intentionally fell in step behind Maeve and whispered in her ear, "Take it easy. Forget about the time. Focus on your breathing."

Before Maeve could respond, Mason added, "I'll be waiting here at 8:30 pm tonight."

With that, he sprinted ahead.

Cathy saw it all unfold and clenched her fists in frustration.

After an hour, the trainees barely finished 30 laps. The male trainees hung tough, but the female trainees were all struggling.

Despite the winter cold, the ladies were drenched in sweat with their makeup running. As they were unable to wipe their faces, the discomfort intensified.

Meanwhile, Conner remained calm seated across from them, and watched as they gasped for air.

"Keep going. Ten laps of frog jump," he commanded.

"What?" Dorothy was struck dumbfounded. Frog jumps for ten laps in this condition? That was practically a death sentence!

Maeve frowned at Conner's demeanor.

"Oh, right! Ms. Scott twisted her ankle. After 30 laps, expecting you to do frog jumps is too much to ask. So Ms. Scott, why don't you join me and help supervise?" Conner said pointedly.

Seeing that Maeve had finished 30 laps, everyone knew Maeve hadn't really twisted her ankle. She just didn't want to dance.

"Nothing. I was just in a bad mood," Conner replied nonchalantly.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I like to see people suffer. Ms. Scott, if you can cheer me up, maybe I'll let them stop."

It was nearly evening, and after a grueling day of training, everyone might fall sick by tomorrow. With winter settling in, the cold breeze could easily lead to illness.

With the new show coming up, what would have happened if all the trainees got sick?

Maeve rolled up her sleeves and said, "So, it's just a dance, right? Mr. Jefferson, care to join me?"

Steve, who stood beside Conner, snapped, "Who do you think you are to ask Mr. Jefferson to dance?"

Conner raised a hand to silence him and stood up. "What dance?"