Chapter 408

Chapter 408:

Fernanda didn’t need to act tough; her composed smile alone carried an unnerving weight. Sloane gave up arguing.

Instead, she followed Fernanda to the locker room, swapping her clothes for workout gear.

The outfits hugged their forms, emphasizing their silhouettes. Fernanda had meant to grab two loose pairs of pants, but her size had been unavailable.

“I’m going to hit the treadmill,” Sloane announced, moving toward it.

Fernanda quickly stopped her. “Not now. That can wait.”

With that, she steered Sloane toward the strength-training section.

Sloane froze, her gaze sweeping over rows of dumbbells and barbells. She never imagined she would find herself in a place like this! Wasn’t this venue meant for bulked-up athletes? What was someone like her doing here?

Fernanda had already rolled out a yoga mat and motioned for Sloane to join.

“Lie down.”

Reluctantly, Sloane complied.

Fernanda took one of her legs and pushed it toward her back. Widening her eyes, Sloane let out a yelp.

Her joints popped audibly, like a string of firecrackers.

“No, stop!” Sloane gasped. “You’re going to snap my leg!”

Unbothered, Fernanda moved methodically.

Sweat soon dotted Sloane’s brow as Fernanda shifted to the other leg.

Sloane’s dramatic cries echoed, pitifully exaggerated.

While working on the second leg, Fernanda’s gaze wandered to the mirror across the room.

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Abruptly, she released Sloane’s leg.

Collapsed on the yoga mat, Sloane felt utterly defeated, too drained to move.

She watched Fernanda stride away, assuming Fernanda was fetching weights.

Instead, Fernanda approached a man seated at the Smith machine.

“Hand it over,” she demanded, extending her palm.

The man blinked at her. “What are you talking about?”

“Your phone,” Fernanda replied sharply.

She had noticed in the mirror that he had been recording them, a leering grin plastered on his face.

As a fitness enthusiast familiar with gym culture, Fernanda knew some spaces attracted unsavory characters.

“Young lady, why would I give you my phone?” the man retorted. “Don’t start something.”

Fernanda couldn’t be bothered to argue and quickly snatched the phone from his hand.

The screen betrayed him, revealing a group chat where he had just sent a video of Fernanda and Sloane, zoomed uncomfortably close to Fernanda, although nothing could be seen through her clothes.

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