She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart - Chapter 1311

Chapter 1311:

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“You’re up to something again, aren’t you?” Michael knew Ellis far too well. “I’m telling you, this group isn’t like your usual team. Don’t go overboard.”

“They’ve got potential,” Ellis replied simply, leaving it at that.

Michael blinked, momentarily stunned. Then came the real question. “You planning to train them the same way you trained your old team?”

“Yes.”

If they were here, they were under his wing now. It might push them to the edge, but they would come out stronger.

“You’ve read their files, right?” Michael pressed, concerned. “A few of them come from wealthy families. If something goes wrong during training, how do you plan to explain that to their parents?”

“They passed the first and second trials. That means they’re not any weaker than the rest,” Ellis replied matter-of-factly.

Michael hesitated. The logic made sense, but still—these kids were spoiled. Could they handle what was coming?

“Are you serious about this?” he asked again.

Ellis nodded, unwavering.

Michael said nothing more. He wasn’t as sharp as Ellis when it came to spotting raw talent or shaping people. But he knew one thing: when Ellis said someone had potential, he meant it. And that kind of praise from him was rare.

Two hours later, the physical evaluations came in. Michael scanned the results and sighed inwardly. Those poor kids had no idea what was coming.

After the assessments, the group broke into pairs and roamed the training grounds.

“Honestly, not starting training right away feels weird,” Moss commented as they wandered around.

Trent, still wearing that boyish grin and with no glasses in sight, said, “You won’t be saying that after tomorrow.”

Turned out, he was absolutely right.

At 5:30 sharp the next morning, the seven of them stood at the training ground, backpacks lined up at their feet.

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“Strap in. Ten-kilometer endurance run. Weighted,” Ellis ordered, his voice cold and clipped—completely shedding the relaxed persona from before.

A collective “Got it” echoed through the group, their voices sharp with resolve.

They scrambled to their feet, slinging backpacks over their shoulders. But as the straps dug into their skin, a ripple of unease passed among them. These packs were heavier than anything they had hauled during endurance drills.

No one muttered a word of protest. They hoisted the weight, muscles tensing, and stood ready to move at a moment’s notice.

A low rumble broke the silence. Headlights pierced the dawn haze as a vehicle rolled toward them.

Ellis slid into the driver’s seat, his expression unreadable. He leaned out the window, his voice cutting through the crisp air. “Go.”

At his command, the group snapped into formation, boots pounding the dirt in rhythm. They trailed the vehicle, their breaths puffing in the chill morning. The first few kilometers passed smoothly. Weeks of training had forged a solid base, and their steps held steady.

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