Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

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On Friday, Lawrence bid goodbye to the students when training officially ended. After spending half a month with the students, he had become something of a friend to them. 

He might be tough and built like a stone wall, but he could never help tearing up during the farewell ceremony for each year’s training program. 

The students were also moved to tears by Lawrence’s passionate and motivational speech, at the end of which he concluded in a breaking voice, “Everyone, dismissed!” 

His voice rang through the campus. This was followed by raucous cheering from the students, some of 

whom looked crestfallen. 

A few of the female students gathered around Lawrence to ask for his contact details, but he turned 

them all down, 

He said emotionally. “This is the last time I’ll be in charge of training. I’ll be reporting back to base 

tomorrow, and if all goes well, we won’t be seeing each other again.” 

The female students were crushed once more. 

Meanwhile, Wanda, Phoebe, and Christine were discussing work not too far away. 

Christine clutched Wanda’s wrist and asked, “Don’t you have dance rehearsal later, Wanda? Phoebe and I 

can meet the client without you.” 

For the last two days, a huge client of theirs had applied for a loan of 50 thousand, but negotiations were still ongoing as they had yet to work out the installments and interest rates. 

Wanda had signed up to perform at the bonfire party and had been practicing for the last couple of days. With the party on Monday, the last thing Christine wanted was for Wanda to be distracted by work. 

“Something’s fishy about this client. He wants a low interest and a long repayment period but demands that the funds be released right away. He probably thinks he can push us around because we’re so young,” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Phoebe groused. 

“We can bring Ms. Robson with us to the negotiations. If the client insists on his terms, we won’t offer him a deal,” Wanda said expressionlessly, looking every bit an intimidating leader. 

After Lawrence managed to escape from the gaggle of young ladies vying for his attention, he made his way over to Carlisle. 

Carlisle and Daniel were going over their dinner plans when the latter noticed Lawrence approaching. He looked heartbroken as he wailed, “I’m going to miss you, Mr. Hanson!” 

Lawrence gave him a withering look. “Really? Could have fooled me with all the cursing and complaining you did behind my back.” 

Daniel’s eyes widened as he demanded, “Which bastard told you? I need names!” 

“If you didn’t want me to find out, you shouldn’t have been so loud with the complaints. I heard you 

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badmouthing me on four occasions,” Lawrence pointed out with a wicked grin. 

“What? No. I think you’ve got it all wrong, Mr. Hanson. I wasn’t badmouthing you; I was praising you! For your dedication and hard work! I have nothing but love and respect for you,” Daniel lled as he stepped behind Carlisle and bolted. 

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Lawrence did not go after him and instead turned to Carlisle. “Mr. Zahn, if it’s not too much for me to as this of you once again, please be kind to our sergeant.” 

Carlisle smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s practically a brother to me.” 

After all, how bad could a retired sergeant be? 

Before Lawrence could respond, Carlisle added, “How about we grab a meal together? I can invite Francis. 

Lawrence shook his head, chuckling as he said, “It’s fine. Farewells are hard enough as they are. Besides, I have a date with my girlfriend.” 

Carlisle pointed out teasingly, “I think you’re lying about the whole farewell thing just so you can go on your date.” 

“Don’t announce it to the world,” Lawrence said, glaring at Carlisle. 

The two made idle small talk before Lawrence’s ringtone interrupted them. He pulled out his phone, and Carlisle caught a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen: Susan, 

Lawrence walked away from Carlisle before putting the call through. When he conversed with Susan, he cupped his hand over his mouth as if terrified someone might hear him. 

Carlisle did not hang around and instead made his way back to the dorm where Daniel was waiting for him downstairs. 

When he saw Carlisle, he bounded up to him and asked, “Carlisle, want to go get a haircut this evening? I heard a lot of freshmen are working at the hair salon part–time.” 

Carlisle eyed him with faint amusement. “Didn’t you say you were going to pursue Christine romantically? I don’t think going to the hair salon is a wise move.” 

“But I haven’t made a move on Christine yet, have 1?” Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, mumbling, “I figured I could try out some of my flirting moves and see which ones I could use on her.” 

“Yeah, right,” Carlisle snorted. “If you go to one of those shady salons, I’ll tell your dad.” 

“Okay, okay! I won’t go!” Daniel felt his knees go weak at the threat, knowing he might not survive his father’s wrath if the latter knew he went to one of those “hair salons“. 

Upon returning to the dorm, Carlisle saw Shane lying stomach–down on the bed and flipping through a photo album. 

Most of the photos were of a beautiful young lady in her school uniform, and Shane was in a few photos with her too. 

“What the hell? Is that your girlfriend, Shane?” Daniel demanded, looking like he had just stumbled upon a 

treasure trove as he snatched the album away from Shane and flipped through the pages.