Chapter 370 The Moment Everything Collapsed
Samuel snapped back to reality.
He simply shook his head and said nothing.
Jean could tell he didn’t want to elaborate, so she didn’t push it.
“But about that treatment…” she added with a casual smile, “it’ll have to wait. I’m pretty busy these days- we’ll talk later.”
She didn’t linger in Samuel’s office. After collecting the herbs, she left the clinic in a hurry.
Even as she walked, the image of Hector kept surfacing in her mind. The whole thing still felt surreal.
Jean gave herself a sniff, leaning in for a good whiff.
Nothing unusual.
There was nothing calming or sleep–inducing about her scent. So why had Hector relaxed the moment he saw her?
It made no sense. No logic. No science.
Forget it. She’d let Samuel worry about that mystery.
Once back at the Ginger family’s house, Jean dove straight into training matches with Winston.
Even though Winston now knew who she really was, the rest of the team didn’t.
So she kept using her voice changer, speaking to everyone in her disguised boyish tone.
Everything was going smoothly–until halfway through the session, when Winston clashed with Dalton.
“Don’t you think you’re playing a little too solo”
Winston didn’t hold back, voicing his frustration sharply. “You should’ve stuck with the team during that last wave…”
Of course, at this point, he still had no idea that the player named Wuyou was actually the very person he disliked the most–Dalton.
Dalton responded in his usual silly, chipmunk–like voice, flat and calm. “I felt like that wave was better handled alone.”
“You’re ignoring team strategy,” Winston replied coolly.
“I’ll follow instructions–when they’re actually good,” Dalton fired back without hesitation.
Winston let out a cold laugh. “You trying to mock me?”
Dalton fell silent, as if choosing not to answer.
“If you’re not happy, you’re free to leave,” Winston said without emotion, but the chill in his voice deepened noticeably.
Chapter 370 The Moment Everything Collapsed
“Guys, come on, take it easy. Don’t fight,” Jean jumped in quickly, trying to defuse the tension. No need to get worked up…
Were these two just naturally incompatible or what? Even this could spark a fight?
“I’m not the one picking a fight. He’s the one refusing to cooperate,” Winston replied lightly, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Dalton still didn’t respond.
Worried, Jean leaned toward her mic. “Wuyou? Are you okay? Why aren’t you saying anything…”
About ten seconds later, Dalton finally spoke.
And this time.
He didn’t use the chipmunk voice.
“I just… don’t know what to say,” he said, slowly and in his normal, crystal–clear tone.
The moment the words left his mouth, Jean’s heart seized.
Oh no.
He forgot to use the voice changer!
Maybe he was so frustrated he’d slipped–lost in the moment, completely forgetting his disguise.
Jean’s heart shot up to her throat.
Please let Winston have missed it. Please, let this pass quietly…
But Winston was sharper than she’d hoped.
After a brief pause, his voice rose, cold and direct: “Dalton?”
Dalton fell into complete silence.
Not a word.
“It’s Dalton’s voice…” Winston muttered, half to himself, half to the mic. “I’d never mistake that voice…”
And just like that, Jean’s last shred of hope vanished.
Everything she’d been trying to hold together–collapsed.
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