Chapter 113: Chapter 113 - Excellent Coach

[Margaret’s Perspective]

[I’m going to the dining room for breakfast. Look for me there!]

I wasn’t at all surprised to see Elizabeth’s reply.

This was Elizabeth. I guess she was just like me when I called earlier. She hadn’t gotten out of bed yet.

I got out of bed, picked a pair of sneakers from the shoe cabinet, and put them on. I simply packed my backpack and walked out. Donald’s guards outside the door did not stop me. As I went downstairs, I texted Donald and told him that I was going to the restaurant to look for Elizabeth.

Donald was willing to give me the freedom I wanted, so I was unwilling to betray his trust from now on.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I walked around the hall. There was no sign of Elizabeth.

I wondered if she had left the house yet.

I thought for a moment and texted Elizabeth on my phone to remind her that we were going to train today and that she shouldn’t come over in high heels. I knew that in all likelihood she wouldn’t listen to me. There were times when I felt like the high heels had become a part of her.

Breakfast was served at seven to ten in the morning. By the time I got there, the food supply was winding down.

Fortunately, there was fresh coffee. I took two cups, some hot muffins, and doused them with some of the jam that Elizabeth liked. At the rate that Elizabeth was taking her time to come, I guessed that by the time she arrived, there would be nothing left to eat.

As I started on the second muffin, I heard Elizabeth’s trademark high-heeled shoes.

I shook my head as I added more sugar to my coffee. Then someone slapped me hard on the shoulder. My hand shook. The coffee spilled out of the cup onto my white T-shirt, leaving a stain.

Sh*t!

I turned to glare at Elizabeth. She had obviously seen the brown stains on my clothes. She shouted without guilt, “Margaret, why did you come out wearing a dirty shirt?”

I had nothing to say to her. I pushed the plate with the muffins straight at her and tried to wipe the stains off my clothes with a tissue.

“I don’t feel like muffins today,” Elizabeth muttered as she sat down. “Is there anything else to eat here?”

“Then don’t eat them,” I said angrily. I couldn’t erase the damn stains at all. I was starting to wonder if I should go back and change my clothes.

Elizabeth looked in the direction of the dining table and realized that there was indeed no more food for her to choose from. With a very indignant expression, she began to deal with the muffins on her plate. As she chewed, she said with her mouth full, “I asked you out to talk to you about participating in training.”

I didn’t expect we’d be going together.

I frowned at her super short skirt and top that only covered her breasts, not to mention her sky-high shoes. I held my forehead and said, “I told you to wear sports clothes during training.”

Elizabeth looked down at herself. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with what she was wearing. “My clothes are comfortable and easy to move around in.”

“I think we should all go to my place to change,” I suggested.

“But I’ve already made an appointment with someone,” Elizabeth said.

“You have a training appointment?” I asked in surprise.

“I’m Luna. Don’t always underestimate me.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes at me. “I promise this is the perfect coach. Better than Anthony.”

After arriving at the training ground, I never thought that the excellent coach Elizabeth mentioned would be Angel.

How did Elizabeth meet her??I wondered.

If there was one person I definitely didn’t want to train under, it would be Angel. Although I knew that she was an excellent warrior and might be better than anyone else, I would always imagine her with Donald. They might even have slept together. After all, Donald had never denied this.

“I bumped into Angel yesterday. She said she would help us train. Isn’t that great? There’s a Lycan to help us train!” Elizabeth said excitedly. I saw that she was still secretly winking at Angel.?When did their relationship become so good?

There was also a clear coffee mark in front of my clothes, making it impossible for me to hide it.

The last time Angel and I met, I was in a sorry state too.

She was the one who harmed me, but she was also the one who wanted to save me. I couldn’t figure out this woman’s thoughts, but she was definitely hostile to me. Furthermore, she was so perfect. And moreover, I definitely was no match for her in battle.

Similarly, as a woman, no matter what Donald thought, I couldn’t ignore the threat Angel posed to me.