Chloe Sinclair just glanced over and gave a silent nod.
Shawn Styles and Julian Dawson weren’t the only ones who came along; there were also seven or eight others from the sports team.
Chloe was usually busy, so everyone did their best to find a way to run with her in the mornings.
Even today’s opportunity to run was one they had fought hard for amongst the team.
After an hour of continuous running, everyone’s speed had noticeably improved a bit under Chloe’s guidance.
While the improvement wasn’t as dramatic as before, it was a delightful surprise for these athletes, who had long struggled to push past their limits.
After two hours, the group was already exhausted.
But for those running with her for the first time, the sight was jaw-dropping.
Chloe hadn’t just kept running; she’d actually picked up the pace.
’So she was just jogging along with us before?!’
Two and a half hours in, Shawn Styles was out of steam. He slowed to a stop, took a sip of water, and happened to see Julian Dawson, whose jaw was on the floor.
Seeing this, he couldn’t resist teasing, "Now who was it that made all those passive-aggressive comments about Chloe not even being on a professional level?"
Julian Dawson’s face flushed red.
He had indeed said those words, but Chloe had made him eat them in less than an hour.
This was an even bigger slap in the face.
Thinking this, he wished the ground would swallow him whole.
Three hours in, Chloe saw it was about time to stop. Noticing the others stretching on the side, she walked over to join them.
Julian Dawson was the first to spot her. He eagerly offered her a bottle of water, his eyes fixed on her.
"What is it?"
Julian’s stare was so intense that Chloe couldn’t help but shudder.


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