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The project manager on the other line had broken out in a cold sweat as he replied shakily, “Yes, ma’am.”

It was nearly impossible for him to rally eight more construction teams in a day, but he had no choice other than to agree to Shania’s request for now.

After ending the call, Shania turned and asked Nathan, “Anything else?”

“None for now,” Nathan replied. “Let our brother take a look at the proposal.

He handed the proposal back to Shania, who accepted it. Belated realization dawned upon her as she

gaped at Nathan incredulously. “Wait, what did you just say?”

“Let our brother take a look at it. As in, let Lethan read the proposal,” Nathan answered innocently.

“Lethan’s not your brother! He’s mine!” Shania snapped.

Nathan scrunched up his nose, chuckling as he said, “I mean, I’ve known you for long enough to see him

as my brother too.”

As Lethan took the proposal from Shania, he eyed them with amusement and pointed out, “You’re both

old enough to start going out, I think.”

Shania shoveled food into her mouth as she grumbled, “Don’t be ridiculous. Nathan isn’t my type; I like

them manly.”

Lethan laughed and lowered his head as he scanned the contents of the proposal.

Nathan’s face darkened as he said in hushed tones, “How am I not manly? I’ve got abs for days and the

height of a supermodel!”

“Yeah, but you’re so princely and meek, Shania countered.

“I can change all that!” he argued.

“Oh? I look forward to it then,” she said.

“If I succeed, does that mean I’ll have a shot with you?” Nathan asked.

“We’ll see,” Shania groused.

Nathan’s gaze darkened as he looked down and continued eating. Shania let out a quiet breath of relief.

All she wanted was to work on her career; she wasn’t looking to date anyone. She saw no reason to rush

into marriage even before Lethan had

Carlisle went back to the dorm and called it a night after grabbing dinner with Sean.

However, he had only just lay down in bed when Lawrence showed up at the dorm entrance with a notebook in hand.

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“Good evening, Mr. Hanson.” Daniel was sitting up in bed and massaging his swollen calves, flashing Lawrence a grin as he asked, “Are you here to tell us we get a day off tomorrow?”

Lawrence said unsympathetically, “We’ll be training as usual tomorrow.”

Carlisle sat up in bed as well and greeted, “Good evening, Mr. Hanson.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, Lawrence said, “The bonfire party’s next Monday. Your guidance counselor wanted me to ask you guys if you’d like to perform that night.”

Daniel’s eyes lit up. This was his chance to showcase his talent and gain Christine’s attention. At the thought of this, he told Lawrence, “I can dance, Mr. Hanson!”

Lawrence laughed and asked, “Breakdancing?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve been learning since I was in grade school,” Daniel said. “I was even dance champion in a few city–wide competitions!”

“Pretty impressive,” Lawrence praised as he jotted down Daniel’s name in his notebook. “In that case, from tomorrow onward, you can get off training two hours before the rest of your peers.”

Hearing this, Daniel said arrogantly, “Come on, Mr. Hanson, I was a dance champion! I don’t need to rehearse.”

Regret filled him instantly, and he wanted to pull out his own tongue. If he could get off training earlier, he could at least take a nap in the dorm. Why did he let his stupid pride get baited like that?