Chapter 856
Chapter 856:
Noticing Sloane’s reserved demeanor, Fernanda pieced it together. “So, you were filling in as her trainer tonight?”
“Ah, not exactly,” Vinson replied, looking at Sloane. “Her usual trainer didn’t show, so I stepped in to help.”
Sloane squeezed her eyes shut, evidently regretting her decision.
She had encountered Vinson in past sessions at the gym, so they were somewhat acquainted. Their interactions were sparse, though she would occasionally seek his advice on workouts, which he provided with clarity and patience.
His guidance was as professional as any certified trainer’s, and his well-defined physique served as a testament to his expertise, clearly the result of dedicated and knowledgeable training.
Upon arriving at this gym, Sloane hadn’t expected to run into Vinson, and the coincidence had caught her off guard. She had approached him excitedly, mentioning her focus on leg workouts that day.
Vinson had then volunteered to guide her.
The exercises he chose were punishing. Sloane found herself crying during the workout.
She had a tendency to cry when pushed to her limits.
Her usual trainer would back off at the first sign of tears, but Vinson’s approach was uncompromising.
His indifferent expression bore only one command: “Keep going.”
Every time she faltered, his intense, piercing gaze would fix on her, compelling her to press on.
“Get up, just do it,” he instructed.
Sloane felt too intimidated to resist. She harbored a genuine fear of him. She imagined that if she protested, Vinson might literally lift her and use a dumbbell for added motivation.
𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝙜Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷𝖼𝗈𝗺
The session felt endless, giving her a brutal introduction to what a real leg day was and why it left people limping for days.
Sloane gave Vinson a glare filled with resentment, but to an insensitive guy like him, such subtleties went unnoticed.
“Our instructor got in touch this weekend,” Vinson said abruptly. “He told me Cristian had raised some concerns about issues with the Zenithium authorities. After it was escalated, the higher-ups decided to send investigators.”
“I see,” Fernanda nodded, her curiosity satisfied. She had been curious about the origins of the recent crackdown in Zenithium, now understanding the military’s significant involvement.
“Cristian doesn’t usually interfere in such matters,” Vinson added. “He must have been truly provoked to target corrupt individuals in Zenithium this time.”
A slight smile crossed Fernanda’s face.
Vinson exchanged a few more pleasantries before checking his watch and announcing his departure, offering them a lift.
Sloane clutched the table’s edge, painfully standing with her legs trembling.
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