"Serena, Serena called me again? What do I do? What do I do? Serena seems angry."
Inside the room, Beanie Owen heard Serena's voice and was so startled he fell off his chair, landing on the floor, his whole body trembling, his face as white as paper, mumbling to himself something no one could understand.
"Dorian Owen, get out here right now!" Serena called again when Beanie didn’t show up, her voice strong and full of energy—so much so that it was hard to believe she was supposed to be sick in bed with a cold.
"I’m doomed, it really is Serena calling me." Beanie wailed, clutching his hair and wracking his brain for a solution, but in the end could only turn to Left Shore for help.
Left Shore shot Beanie a cold look, then turned away, pretending not to see anything. Beanie, unfazed by embarrassment, crawled over and hugged Left Shore’s leg: "Left Shore, help me, think of something—Serena’s angry!"
"How is this my problem?" Left Shore lifted his leg but didn’t bother to kick Beanie off.
"Can you really stand by and watch me get beaten by anyone but you?" Beanie pleaded, blinking his big eyes in a show of pitiful charm.
Left Shore showed no sympathy, but found Beanie’s words a bit amusing. He kicked Beanie away: "So, what did you do wrong?"
"Uh..." Beanie was stunned, thought for a long time, then obediently shook his head: "I don’t know."
"If you don’t know, then what are you afraid of?" Now it was Left Shore’s turn to want to hit Beanie.
What a little rascal, honestly.
"Serena Feng is mad, can't you hear it in her voice? She's definitely fuming!" Beanie Owen declared with absolute confidence. Left Shore nearly lifted his foot to stomp on Beanie's head.
Seriously, what goes on in that head? How can anyone be this clueless?
"Yeah, she's mad, but you don't even know why. What do you want me to do about it? Get out there... Find out why Serena Feng is angry, then come back." Left Shore kicked Beanie, who promptly rolled to the door, scrambled to Serena's side, and put on a fawning face: "Eldest Young Lady, sorry I'm late!"
He looked every bit the classic sycophant.
Serena almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
Ahem, ahem... Serena quickly reined in her smile and put on a serious face. "Beanie Owen, you’ve got some nerve. Is this what you picked up in the barracks? You get an order from your superior and show up this late?"
"No, absolutely not! I was just in the bathroom, didn’t even wash my hands before rushing over. If you don’t believe me, smell for yourself, Eldest Young Lady." Beanie stuck out his filthy hand, shoving it right under Serena’s nose.
Anyone else would’ve recoiled in disgust, but Serena didn’t budge. She just stood there, half-smiling at Beanie until he got embarrassed and awkwardly pulled his hand back. "Eldest Young Lady, I, I..."
"Impressive. Months in the army and you didn’t pick up any good habits, but you’ve mastered the art of fooling your superiors. Looks like you’re fitting right in with them." Serena’s tone was definitely not a compliment. Even just hearing her from inside the room, Left Shore could tell she was mad. But...