Scarlett bumped into Xavier when she was on her way back to her room.
She had just finished a boxing lesson with Edmund.
She raised her hand and waved at him before saying, “Mr.
Stroud, you’re awake.
How do you feel?” She was wearing a set of black, form-fitting athletic wear that showed off the lines of her body, accentuating her exquisite figure.
Her smile was bright and genuine, and her clear eyes sparkled like stars.
Her beauty was truly breathtaking.
Xavier’s eyes darkened as he made his way over to her leisurely.
“I feel great.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “When’s the next treatment?” Scarlett smiled and said, “That’s up to you, Mr.
Stroud.
It would be ideal if it were at night.” “Alright, I have work tonight.
Come to my bedroom tomorrow night at 10:00 pm.” Scarlett walked with him for a short distance before she spoke up again.
“Say, Mr.
Stroud.
I noticed that there’s a shooting range in the next building.
Is it alright for me to learn how to shoot?” Xavier glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
“You can,” he replied.
“But you have to be careful.” The guns and bullets he stocked in the shooting range were all real, so the recoil was powerful.
He was worried that Scarlett would accidentally hurt herself since she was so thin.
She didn’t even look like she could hold a gun properly.
He mulled over his thoughts for a moment before adding, “I’ll teach you personally when I have some free time.” “Thank you, Mr.
Stroud!” she said gratefully.
Scarlett had noticed that the building was a goldmine of training centers.
Not only was there a shooting range, but it was also equipped with other high-class facilities.
There was even a built-in race track.
She had always been interested in trying her hand at such activities, but she hadn’t been allowed to use the facilities during her time with the Quinns.
They assumed that she would spoil the expensive equipment since she was from the sticks.
She could only watch as Lily played around in those facilities.
No matter how much she wished for it, she was never given permission to use the facilities.
Thus, she had spent a long time exploring the building, but she hadn’t touched any of the equipment since she hadn’t gotten permission from the owner of the house.
However, Edmund had told her that she was free to use whatever facility was available.
But she had been too embarrassed to do so.
She had said, “But I don’t know how to use the equipment.
Could you teach me?” Edmund’s tone was apologetic when he replied, “I can’t make that decision.
You should ask Mr.
Stroud instead.” She didn’t expect that Xavier would agree so easily to her request, even though she had only been trying her luck when she asked him.
He even said that he would personally teach her.
Scarlett suddenly felt that her luck had turned around.
Everything had been smooth sailing ever since she left the Quinns.
Not only had she been able to find a home in this mysterious place, but she was also able to learn martial arts with Edmund, who was an immensely skilled martial artist.
Now, she was even allowed to try her hand at the activities that she had always wanted to do in her past life.
She was in such high spirits that she managed to complete two sets of elite math questions in a single sitting.
… When the next day arrived, Scarlett hadn’t forgotten her main purpose for staying at Jondalia Residence.
She sought out Percy and asked, “Have you finished writing your apology letter?” Percy was lounging lazily on the couch, and his eyes were glued to his phone screen.
“What apology letter?” he asked before shouting at his phone, “Go!
Go!
Go!
Kill them all!” Speechless, Scarlett grabbed his bag and searched through his books.
As expected, he hadn’t completed any of the assigned work.
There wasn’t even a sign of the apology letter either.
She snatched his phone away and arched an eyebrow at him.
“You’re playing ‘Pride of Kings’ even though you haven’t finished your homework?” Percy lunged at her, trying to snatch his phone back, but Scarlett held the device far out of his reach.
“Give it back to me!” he exclaimed, panicked.
“I’m in the midst of ranking up!
Jonah can’t play the game right now because of his broken hand.
I’m going to use this opportunity to surpass him!
I’m going to show those gaming-addicted lackeys of his what a real top player looks like!” Scarlett barked out a laugh.
“You have my gratitude for breaking his hand.
I won’t forget what you did.” Percy scoffed.
“It’s his fault for stirring up trouble in the first place.
What’s wrong?
Are you going to stick up for your former benefactor?” Scarlett glanced at Percy’s phone.
His champion had already met his death in the game after being inactive, and his teammates were cursing him out in the chat.
They even threatened to report him to get his account banned.
“I was the one who earned the majority of Jonah’s 100 stars,” she said.
“If you want to surpass his rank, I can play the game for you.” “What?
Jonah actually got someone else to play the game for him?” Percy suddenly felt his shame fleeing from his body.
He knew that Scarlett was skilled at gaming.
Winning a game in “Master of Myths” had been as easy as breathing for her, so playing “Pride of Kings” should be a cakewalk in comparison.