Chapter 1809
Juan saw him waver and spoke. "Get up. Let your boss see you're fine."
The "dead" guards stood up and dusted themselves off. It was all just a scare tactic.
"You think your guys could waltz into my lockdown?" Juan said. "If I didn't let them in, they'd never see the gate."
Solomon felt the gap between them. He thought he'd grown strong enough to hold his ground. But to Juan, he was still a rookie pulling cheap stunts.
"Don't forget your promise," Juan said, walking off.
Both crews cleared out. Everyone had seen it coming.
When Juan teamed up with the four families to deal with the Illuminati back in the day, his tactics were always unpredictable.
Solomon's defeat was understandable.
One of Solomon's guards stepped up. "Boss, we had orders from your parents. Mr. Nichols just wants to toughen up Miss Houston. Don't sweat it."
Solomon stayed quiet, wondering if old dogs still had the sharpest teeth.
Ben approached Lillian. "Miss, hit the track. Mr. Nichols says you run 800 meters in three minutes 50 seconds, or you keep going."
For most, it was cake. For Lillian, it was hell.
She hated running, and now it was torture.
With Ben watching, she couldn't slack off. She started her laps, deliberately slowing down, but her muscle memory kept speeding her up, then she'd ease off again.
When she tried the third time, Solomon joined in, jogging beside her. "Keep my pace."
Over two kilometers of stop-and-go left her winded, but Ben wasn't cutting her a break.
She kept at it, with Solomon pacing her to keep it steady.
Juan wanted it to be within three minutes and 50 seconds. He didn't forbid assistance.
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Ben checked the timer. "Mr. Jordan Potter's car is at the gate. For now, it's home and school only. Nowhere else till your parents are back."
Lillian collapsed on the grass, wiped out.
Juan's methods weren't the toughest, but they were the most tormenting.
Now she understood why her mother hadn't chosen him back then. She wouldn't either.