Chapter 216: Close Combat Trainer
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She looked around after mopping the tears that stained her face and stood up.
She knew for sure that her father could not be the nice person behind the well cultivated and obviously well taken care of bush of tulips.
She thought back to the head of the Hart family and she frowned displeased remember their unpleasant meeting.
She squatted down and placed the flowers and sighed. "I don't know how much wrong you have committed and I don't care because you are my mother and I don't care if you have done anything to deserve this.
"I know you loved your people and that is what matters most. I will kill everyone of them. I will hurt them until they wish they were dead.
"I want you to guard me. Help me find some clues as to what is really happening. I need evidence. I need a confirmation and a culprit or I won't be able to do anything.
"I will come back when I have fulfilled this promise." She turned and walked away to the road through the part.
Walking through the part, she remembered there was someone who loved to nurture flowers to please someone.
She could not stop the subconscious warm smile that lifted that lifted the corners of her lips since she was not even aware that her heart was making decisions without the permission of her head.
She sat in the car with her assistant sitting in the driver's seat. "I want to take shooting classes," she told her assistant.
Her assistant froze surprised by the sudden request. "I will make arrangements for that and tell you when the times is right."
"I am still waiting for the close combat teacher," Rose felt displeased to have to remind the lady of her earlier order.
"I . . .I am sorry. I totally forgot. I will make it possible by next weekend," her assistant apologized before pressing the start button.
"You should, I am getting impatient." Rose looked out of the window as they drove with a car behind them and another at their back.
"I am sorry," the assistant apologized again.
***
The man before her was not exactly bulky but her had obvious chest muscles and broad shoulders.
"My name is Grey Jefferson," with a slight respectful bow of his head, the man introduced himself to Rose with a expressionless face.
She found herself arguing mentally if he had facial paralysis or he was only expressionless.
She stretched her hand to him for a handshake with a warm obligatory smile on her face. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Jefferson," she said when he took her hand for a firm handshake.
"Thank you, your highness. It is a honor to meet you," he said in a voice that made her feel he was actually familiar with her.
"Have we met before?" she asked when she took her hands back to her side.
"I don't think so," the man replied.
She found his answer not direct in any way. He could have given her a direct positive or negative answer.
"I hope we get along, Mr. Jefferson. I was told by my assistant that you help Mr. Hale manage his agency.
"I also heard you once gave a lecture in the palace as an experienced coach. I guess I will leave my close combat skills to you."
"Thank you," the man replied her still maintaining his expressionless countenance and toneless voice.
She found herself concluding that he definitely suffered from face paralysis. It was obvious he felt respect towards her but she was not sure how it was obvious to her despite his appearance.
She still continued smiling. She remembered that Liam told her he was going to send one of his most important subordinates to teach her and he will come over when he is free enough to do so to check how much she has learnt.
After an hour of a test the man insisted on carrying out since he claimed her assistant told him she had been trained before, the man stopped and looked at her.
She wondered what he was thinking as she did not break eye contact while reaching for the bottle of water her assistant brought to her.
She did not ask him but waited for his comment. She wasn't confident that she had any skill after all she did not have a single energy to fight back that psycho lady.
"You are way above average," after a few seconds, the man commented. "You can handle any unskilled offender very easily."
Hearing him, she sighed. Now that she thought of it, she wondered why she did not try to attack that psycho lady and only thought of escaping.
"I will come up with a plan for you. We will follow it strictly and hopefully in three months, you will be ready for evaluation."
"That fast?" Regretted asking that immediately because she felt none of them will understand why she said it since she actually thought about the fact Liam was going to do the evaluation himself.
"Yes, I am very confident in teaching ability, your highness," the man told her. Those words showed a good amount of pride but he said it in such toneless manner that she could not find any fault in it.
"Thank you, then," Rose replied as she took a towel from her assistant and mopped the sweat from her brow.
"I will be back tomorrow with the plan," the man told her readying himself to leave.
"See you tomorrow then," bid him farewell as she walked to the large door of the large gym. Her grandfather used to practice fencing in this room.
She fell on her bed as soon as she showered and changing into a comfortable pair of slacks and sweat shirt.
She sighed over and over tiredly. This was only the beginning. Her grandfather's kingdom was totally against any type of ammunition held by the police or other citizens.
Guns were completely prohibited. This country was the dream country of her grandfather. He wanted to build it into something very peaceful.
They had very good weapons of war but that was because he needed his people to be protected from any external harm.
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She looked around after mopping the tears that stained her face and stood up.
She knew for sure that her father could not be the nice person behind the well cultivated and obviously well taken care of bush of tulips.
She thought back to the head of the Hart family and she frowned displeased remember their unpleasant meeting.
She squatted down and placed the flowers and sighed. "I don't know how much wrong you have committed and I don't care because you are my mother and I don't care if you have done anything to deserve this.
"I know you loved your people and that is what matters most. I will kill everyone of them. I will hurt them until they wish they were dead.
"I want you to guard me. Help me find some clues as to what is really happening. I need evidence. I need a confirmation and a culprit or I won't be able to do anything.
"I will come back when I have fulfilled this promise." She turned and walked away to the road through the part.
Walking through the part, she remembered there was someone who loved to nurture flowers to please someone.
She could not stop the subconscious warm smile that lifted that lifted the corners of her lips since she was not even aware that her heart was making decisions without the permission of her head.
She sat in the car with her assistant sitting in the driver's seat. "I want to take shooting classes," she told her assistant.
Her assistant froze surprised by the sudden request. "I will make arrangements for that and tell you when the times is right."
"I am still waiting for the close combat teacher," Rose felt displeased to have to remind the lady of her earlier order.
"I . . .I am sorry. I totally forgot. I will make it possible by next weekend," her assistant apologized before pressing the start button.
"You should, I am getting impatient." Rose looked out of the window as they drove with a car behind them and another at their back.
"I am sorry," the assistant apologized again.
***
The man before her was not exactly bulky but her had obvious chest muscles and broad shoulders.
"My name is Grey Jefferson," with a slight respectful bow of his head, the man introduced himself to Rose with a expressionless face.
She found herself arguing mentally if he had facial paralysis or he was only expressionless.
She stretched her hand to him for a handshake with a warm obligatory smile on her face. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Jefferson," she said when he took her hand for a firm handshake.
"Thank you, your highness. It is a honor to meet you," he said in a voice that made her feel he was actually familiar with her.
"Have we met before?" she asked when she took her hands back to her side.
"I don't think so," the man replied.
She found his answer not direct in any way. He could have given her a direct positive or negative answer.
"I hope we get along, Mr. Jefferson. I was told by my assistant that you help Mr. Hale manage his agency.
"I also heard you once gave a lecture in the palace as an experienced coach. I guess I will leave my close combat skills to you."
"Thank you," the man replied her still maintaining his expressionless countenance and toneless voice.
She found herself concluding that he definitely suffered from face paralysis. It was obvious he felt respect towards her but she was not sure how it was obvious to her despite his appearance.
She still continued smiling. She remembered that Liam told her he was going to send one of his most important subordinates to teach her and he will come over when he is free enough to do so to check how much she has learnt.
After an hour of a test the man insisted on carrying out since he claimed her assistant told him she had been trained before, the man stopped and looked at her.
She wondered what he was thinking as she did not break eye contact while reaching for the bottle of water her assistant brought to her.
She did not ask him but waited for his comment. She wasn't confident that she had any skill after all she did not have a single energy to fight back that psycho lady.
"You are way above average," after a few seconds, the man commented. "You can handle any unskilled offender very easily."
Hearing him, she sighed. Now that she thought of it, she wondered why she did not try to attack that psycho lady and only thought of escaping.
"I will come up with a plan for you. We will follow it strictly and hopefully in three months, you will be ready for evaluation."
"That fast?" Regretted asking that immediately because she felt none of them will understand why she said it since she actually thought about the fact Liam was going to do the evaluation himself.
"Yes, I am very confident in teaching ability, your highness," the man told her. Those words showed a good amount of pride but he said it in such toneless manner that she could not find any fault in it.
"Thank you, then," Rose replied as she took a towel from her assistant and mopped the sweat from her brow.
"I will be back tomorrow with the plan," the man told her readying himself to leave.
"See you tomorrow then," bid him farewell as she walked to the large door of the large gym. Her grandfather used to practice fencing in this room.
She fell on her bed as soon as she showered and changing into a comfortable pair of slacks and sweat shirt.
She sighed over and over tiredly. This was only the beginning. Her grandfather's kingdom was totally against any type of ammunition held by the police or other citizens.
Guns were completely prohibited. This country was the dream country of her grandfather. He wanted to build it into something very peaceful.
They had very good weapons of war but that was because he needed his people to be protected from any external harm.
She looked around after mopping the tears that stained her face and stood up.She knew for sure that her father could not be the nice person behind the well cultivated and obviously well taken care of bush of tulips.She thought back to the head of the Hart family and she frowned displeased remember their unpleasant meeting.She squatted down and placed the flowers and sighed. "I don't know how much wrong you have committed and I don't care because you are my mother and I don't care if you have done anything to deserve this."I know you loved your people and that is what matters most. I will kill everyone of them. I will hurt them until they wish they were dead. "I want you to guard me. Help me find some clues as to what is really happening. I need evidence. I need a confirmation and a culprit or I won't be able to do anything."I will come back when I have fulfilled this promise." She turned and walked away to the road through the part. Walking through the part, she remembered there was someone who loved to nurture flowers to please someone.She could not stop the subconscious warm smile that lifted that lifted the corners of her lips since she was not even aware that her heart was making decisions without the permission of her head.She sat in the car with her assistant sitting in the driver's seat. "I want to take shooting classes," she told her assistant.Her assistant froze surprised by the sudden request. "I will make arrangements for that and tell you when the times is right.""I am still waiting for the close combat teacher," Rose felt displeased to have to remind the lady of her earlier order."I . . .I am sorry. I totally forgot. I will make it possible by next weekend," her assistant apologized before pressing the start button."You should, I am getting impatient." Rose looked out of the window as they drove with a car behind them and another at their back. "I am sorry," the assistant apologized again.***The man before her was not exactly bulky but her had obvious chest muscles and broad shoulders."My name is Grey Jefferson," with a slight respectful bow of his head, the man introduced himself to Rose with a expressionless face.She found herself arguing mentally if he had facial paralysis or he was only expressionless.She stretched her hand to him for a handshake with a warm obligatory smile on her face. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Jefferson," she said when he took her hand for a firm handshake."Thank you, your highness. It is a honor to meet you," he said in a voice that made her feel he was actually familiar with her."Have we met before?" she asked when she took her hands back to her side."I don't think so," the man replied.She found his answer not direct in any way. He could have given her a direct positive or negative answer."I hope we get along, Mr. Jefferson. I was told by my assistant that you help Mr. Hale manage his agency."I also heard you once gave a lecture in the palace as an experienced coach. I guess I will leave my close combat skills to you.""Thank you," the man replied her still maintaining his expressionless countenance and toneless voice.She found herself concluding that he definitely suffered from face paralysis. It was obvious he felt respect towards her but she was not sure how it was obvious to her despite his appearance.She still continued smiling. She remembered that Liam told her he was going to send one of his most important subordinates to teach her and he will come over when he is free enough to do so to check how much she has learnt.After an hour of a test the man insisted on carrying out since he claimed her assistant told him she had been trained before, the man stopped and looked at her.She wondered what he was thinking as she did not break eye contact while reaching for the bottle of water her assistant brought to her.She did not ask him but waited for his comment. She wasn't confident that she had any skill after all she did not have a single energy to fight back that psycho lady."You are way above average," after a few seconds, the man commented. "You can handle any unskilled offender very easily." Hearing him, she sighed. Now that she thought of it, she wondered why she did not try to attack that psycho lady and only thought of escaping."I will come up with a plan for you. We will follow it strictly and hopefully in three months, you will be ready for evaluation.""That fast?" Regretted asking that immediately because she felt none of them will understand why she said it since she actually thought about the fact Liam was going to do the evaluation himself."Yes, I am very confident in teaching ability, your highness," the man told her. Those words showed a good amount of pride but he said it in such toneless manner that she could not find any fault in it."Thank you, then," Rose replied as she took a towel from her assistant and mopped the sweat from her brow."I will be back tomorrow with the plan," the man told her readying himself to leave."See you tomorrow then," bid him farewell as she walked to the large door of the large gym. Her grandfather used to practice fencing in this room.She fell on her bed as soon as she showered and changing into a comfortable pair of slacks and sweat shirt.She sighed over and over tiredly. This was only the beginning. Her grandfather's kingdom was totally against any type of ammunition held by the police or other citizens.Guns were completely prohibited. This country was the dream country of her grandfather. He wanted to build it into something very peaceful.They had very good weapons of war but that was because he needed his people to be protected from any external harm.
