Chapter 430 I Didn’t Mean That
Catherine told Ronin the details of what had happened these days. Ronin was stunned by Branden’s actions.
“Catherine, he’s inhuman and incredible.” Branden even ignored his safety. If that were not inhuman, what would that be?
Catherine did not respond, and Ronin kept talking.
“Catherine, are you still going to kill Branden?”
Ronin was not sure of it. He could tell Branden was important to Catherine. But Catherine had been hating the chief of Red Star for three years and wished to kill him even in Catherine’s dreams.
After a series of twists and turns, Catherine’s sworn enemy was now by her side and was her boyfriend. That was a horrifying twist. Any ordinary person would find it hard to accept.
Ronin’s question kept replaying in Catherine’s mind. When she knew Branden was her enemy, she had thought of giving him a shot and killing him.
But that thought only lasted for a moment. She would never kill him, but neither did she think of how to punish Branden.
She did not arrange for the harsh tasks for Branden on purpose, but he asked for them. Catherine squinted at Ronin on the screen and asked, “How about you kill him for me?”
Ronin had just regained his composure when he heard Catherine’s words and was taken aback and nearly choked on his saliva. His head raised sharply, and he looked in terror at Catherine with widened eyes.
“Catherine, you’re joking, right?”
Branden was the young leader of the Duncans and the chief of Red Star. He was a big shot no matter which identity.
Ronin would not dare to think about it if he did not want to courting death. Besides, even if Ronin promised to do it, he would not succeed with Branden’s mighty ability.
“Look how cowardly you are! I didn’t teach you to be like this!” Catherine glared at Ronin in disappointment. Ronin felt wronged. How could he be comparable to Branden?
Getting no answer from Ronin, Catherine ended the video call. She did not want to waste her time on meaningless chatting.
After that, Catherine got out of the car.
She did not need to keep an eye on her trainees. They were active and hardworking. Catherine left no shortcut for her trainees. If they wanted to stay, they could only train hard. The moment she left the car, Jon rushed to him hastily.
“Sir, your trainees have blown up a warship. Should we stop their training?
Jon was distraught as he gazed at Catherine. He had witnessed many merciless or mighty instructors but never met an instructor who cost so much money.
Catherine would rank at the top if there were a ranking of costing money among the instructors. Catherine looked indifferent and lifted her chin to nod at Jon.
“Go on.”
“Go on?” Jon’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets out of astonishment. ”
Sir, one warship is worth tens of billions of dollars!”
Catherine knew how much it cost for one warship, but why did it matter?
She raised her eyebrow at Jon and asked, “Did you pay for it?”
Jon shook his head. The warship was costly, but he did not pay for it. Catherine shrugged, looking nonchalant. That was what she meant. They did not need to afford the warship.
The higher officers did not stop them from doing that. Why should they care?
Catherine answered Jon’s question and strolled away. She walked around without goal and reached the door of the medical room.
Since she was there, she decided to go in and see Branden. Her arrival attracted all people’s attention inside. After all, she was the only one Branden would listen to and obey.
When Catherine walked in, Branden was back on her, unrealizing her appearance. Paxton noticed Catherine and greeted her. “Miss Swann.”
Only then did Branden hurriedly turn around and lock his eyes on Catherine. When Catherine was in his sight, his eyes could not see anyone else. Catherine kept a straight face. She pulled out a chair and sat down domineeringly.
“You can walk? That’s pretty fast.”
Her words finally delighted Branden, and he had a small smile.
“Sir, I’ll be at the camp on time tomorrow.”
Paxton secretly turned up the whites of his eyes, thinking Branden once again put himself in hazard. He had just applied for the medicine, and he stood up immediately. He even asked for training tomorrow.
Catherine’s camp was no ordinary camp. A healthy and robust person would probably have died during the training, let alone Branden had suffered severe injuries. He would be dead in the training.
It was not easy to pursue a girl in the present day.
One might be disabled or even lost his life. Paxton had wanted to tell Catherine Branden’s situation, but when he raised his head, Branden seemed to have noticed his thoughts.
Branden looked dagger at Paxton and intimidated him. Paxton had to leave the medical room immediately and dared not be rash.
Catherine sat motionlessly, so Branden walked up to her with affection and pleading in his eyes. Catherine was not a doctor and did not know how badly he was hurt. But the various injuries over the years made her an amateur doctor.
She had trained perennially, and it was normal for her to get hurt. Based on how badly he was hurt, Catherine was sure Branden could not stand up so quickly.
Even if he could recover the fastest with the best medicine, it would take him at least two weeks to get off the bed and walk.
There must be a secret for Branden to walk within a short time.
Catherine did not want to probe into the detailed reason. She would prefer to know Branden’s following plan. Catherine narrowed her eyes to survey Branden. His wounds were bound up, and she could not see anything wrong.
“Are you sure you want to train with your wounded body?”
Facing Catherine’s doubt, Branden raised a brow and eyed her with a hint of playfulness.
“How about you check it yourself?”
His words were meaningful, and Catherine took the hint. She blushed unconsciously. How could he even joke under such circumstances?
Catherine glared at him and said coldly, “Come to the training ground at eight tomorrow morning.”
Then, she stood up and walked out of the room. As long as she left, Branden could no longer hold it. Thanks to the chair Catherine sat on, Branden grabbed it and supported himself so he did not fall.
Paxton rushed into the room instantly after Catherine was gone, but he was still late. Seeing Branden lean against the chair with sweat on his forehead, Paxton hurried to him and said, “Sir, let me help you back to the bed.”
With Paxton’s help, Branden moved slowly to the bed and lay down.
Branden had been tough. He once had an operation without anesthesia and did not cry in pain. Now, he gasped and frowned deeply.
He must be in great pain.
Paxton had wanted to remind Branden of how lethal Branden’s decision would be, but no one could change Branden’s mind. As Branden lay down, he gave Paxton another order.
“Ask the doctor to adjust the potion to the maximum dose and use it on me.”
“Again?” Paxton could not help but yell. Was Branden hellbent on killing himself?
“Sir, that potion…”
Branden stopped Paxton in the middle of his sentence. “Do I need to repeat my words before you do it?”
Paxton knelt and apologized, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean that.”
