The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 335

The supervisor surveyed the group below and barked, “Alright, that’s enough—quiet down!”

Once the noise died away, his tone turned grave as he addressed the team. “This is Instructor Carmichael. She’ll be your commanding officer for the foreseeable future, and you will follow her orders without question.”

Every pair of eyes in the unit was fixed on Citrine’s face, not a single person so much as muttering a response.

The supervisor glanced at them, then turned to Citrine. “Instructor Carmichael, I’m leaving this unruly bunch in your hands.”

With that, he strode away, leaving the training ground to the new instructor and the entire crew of the Vermillion Vanguard.

No sooner had the supervisor disappeared than the group let loose, dropping all pretense of discipline as they sized up their new leader.

“Sweetheart, are you sure those skinny arms and legs of yours are up to the job? Did the brass force you into this, or are you here of your own free will?”

“Hey, you actually landed in the right squad. We gentlemen don’t rough up women.”

Someone in the back chimed in with a laugh, “So, got a boyfriend? What do you think of me?”

Citrine’s expression never so much as flickered, but Hastings, overhearing the taunt, spun around and delivered a hard kick to the joker’s shin.

“Watch your mouth. You’re looking for trouble.”

At that very moment, Citrine blew the whistle hanging from her neck and shouted, “Everyone line up! Ten-mile weighted run—now!”

The team gaped at her in disbelief. “Ten miles? You’ve got to be kidding! We usually do five—ten will kill us!”

Citrine let out a cold laugh. “Don’t worry. It won’t kill you.”

“But this isn’t a reasonable training regimen—”

She seemed genuinely amused by that, her voice icy. “Reasonable? There’s nothing reasonable about my training. Here, we break limits.”