She stopped quite suddenly, and Eric immediately asked. Ava Sterling said, "Wait." She crossed her arms, looking at the training room on the right ahead. The training room had transparent glass, and this glass was designed with a unique feature—it allowed people outside to see in clearly, but those inside couldn’t see out, which meant that the people in the training room had no idea that Ava Sterling and Eric had arrived, but Ava could clearly see what was happening inside. Eric followed Ava Sterling’s gaze and soon noticed the odd situation in the training room. She remained silent, standing next to Ava Sterling, watching with her. The atmosphere in the training room became quiet. As Roxanne Sawyer got up and walked toward Simone Cole, everyone became extremely silent, even the girl who called Simone Cole stood to the side, like a maid waiting for her mistress. Ava Sterling stood there without saying a word, her gaze falling on these young girls in the training room, all in the bloom of youth, some naive, some bewildered, some youthful, some vibrant, yet also shrewd, restless from entering society early, and with their own little schemes and malevolent thoughts. Her gaze swept over each face, then their bodies, posture, and features, before finally landing on Roxanne Sawyer. Roxanne Sawyer had already arrived in front of Simone Cole. She stood there, without bending down or squatting, looking down at the person sitting on the ground with a high posture. The person on the ground remained motionless, not even lifting her head to glance at her. Ava Sterling’s gaze fell on the person on the ground, first observing her short haircut like a boy’s, then her bowed head, features, and finally her neck, shoulders, arms, upper body, and legs. Ava Sterling scrutinized Simone Cole as if she were appraising an item. The girl sitting on the ground had good potential, the best innate conditions among all the new models. But she was also the most troublesome. Because she bore no trace of refinement, like a raw jade freshly unearthed, clean and unblemished. In other words, she had nothing but this natural potential. Ava Sterling frowned in displeasure. She wasn’t some renowned teacher or talent scout; she especially disliked troublesome matters. Teaching someone who knew nothing was the most exhausting. Ava Sterling frowned, her gaze lingering on Simone Cole for a long time, almost scrutinizing her with a critical eye. Only after seeing through her did she turn her gaze to Roxanne Sawyer. Roxanne Sawyer also had good qualities, but compared to Simone Cole, she was somewhat lacking. In both height and proportion, she couldn’t compare to Simone Cole. However, from the way Roxanne Sawyer walked just now, it was evident she had training, and not just for a few days, but for years. This level wasn’t bad, and teaching her wouldn’t be laborious. Ava Sterling’s gaze fell on Roxanne Sawyer’s face, that haughty demeanor of a rich girl, as if looking down on everyone else. This attitude of looking down on people, belittling everyone, was not good either. Lacking in character. Ava Sterling looked at a few others and found them even less worth mentioning, either their innate conditions were not as good as Simone Cole’s or their professional aura not as strong as Roxanne Sawyer’s, making them disappointingly subpar. Ava Sterling’s face turned grim. Indeed, they were all students, needing to be taught; how troublesome! While Ava Sterling assessed these new models, looking at their personal conditions and circumstances, Eric’s focus differed from Ava’s. She was observing the tense atmosphere inside the training room. At this moment, the atmosphere in the training room had significantly changed. Roxanne Sawyer approached Simone Cole, who paid no attention to her, as if treating her as air. Although Simone Cole did nothing, it instantly felt as if her aura was overpowering. This feeling made Roxanne Sawyer’s expression grow ever colder, even producing immense anger within her heart. How dare this country bumpkin from the countryside breathe the same air and exist in the same space as Roxanne Sawyer? She shouldn’t even appear here; she should disappear from Roxanne Sawyer’s sight entirely, never to cross her again! Roxanne Sawyer squinted her eyes, her expression grew darker: "Go back to your kennel." A straightforward remark, neither too harsh nor too soft, left the dozen or more people in the room stunned. They didn’t expect Roxanne Sawyer would directly tell her to get lost. But at that moment, Simone Cole reacted. She lifted her head, looking at Roxanne Sawyer, her peach blossom eyes emotionless: "You go back to your kennel too." In an instant, everyone widened their eyes, looking at Simone Cole in disbelief. She actually dared to say this. Did she know who she was herself? And who was Roxanne Sawyer? No one reacted; they were stunned that Simone Cole dared to directly confront Roxanne Sawyer so bluntly. Roxanne Sawyer’s face changed; it turned pale for a split second, then immediately turned crimson. Her voice almost shrill, everyone trembled, their faces filled with fear. Roxanne Sawyer came from a powerful background, her family ran a business, and her relatives were all influential. They dared not offend Roxanne Sawyer, fearing severe consequences. Yet Simone Cole wasn’t afraid at all. Was it bravery, stubbornness, or simply the ignorance of a country bumpkin who hadn’t seen much of the world, rendering her fearless? But no matter what, they didn’t dare make a sound, fearing Roxanne Sawyer might direct her wrath at them. Find the newest release on NoveI[F]ire.net However, facing the fear and Roxanne Sawyer’s blazing fury, Simone Cole’s expression remained unchanged. She looked at Roxanne Sawyer, met her eyes directly, and said slowly, word by word: "I said, you go back to your kennel too." Word by word, it wasn’t standard Mandarin, but the pronunciation was clear, firm, and echoed, allowing everyone here to hear it distinctly. Roxanne Sawyer’s face twisted in rage. She cast everything aside, raising her hand to slap Simone Cole. But when her hand was about to strike Simone Cole’s face, it was caught by Simone Cole. Roxanne Sawyer was stunned, clearly not expecting Simone Cole to dare stop her. Moreover, the grip on her hand was strong, she could even feel the roughness of Simone Cole’s hand, like a blade. How dare such filthy hands touch her! Going from shock to anger, Roxanne Sawyer raised her other hand to slap Simone Cole, but Simone Cole suddenly let go of her, even pushing her slightly while doing so, making Roxanne Sawyer stumble back several steps before regaining her balance. At that moment, Roxanne Sawyer was dumbfounded. She stood there, her body still unsteady from the retreat, bent over, hunched, looking extremely awkward. She didn’t need to look to know that a dozen pairs of eyes were on her, watching her, and this embarrassed her greatly. How could she command those people in the future? At that moment, Roxanne Sawyer’s face was a mix of blue and red, filled with anger and hatred; her eyes turned red, and she lunged at Simone Cole. She wanted to tear this ant apart! To shred this filthy person from some mud pit! Watching Roxanne Sawyer’s eyes, Simone stood up at this moment. The tension in the training room increased, it was about to ignite. But just then, as Roxanne Sawyer charged at Simone Cole, a loud voice rang out.