Regardless of his 'accident', however, Randy didn't skip out on his 'corporate training' with Samantha, though Mr. White did postpone his morning combat training for next month, once he was fully healed.
Of course, Randy didn't dare tell him how his hand was really broken. What would the man think? Were his bones made out of tofu? Thankfully, Mr. White trusted him very much, and didn't question him or look too deeply at his excuses.
Samantha, on the other hand, seemed to be smiling quite suspiciously, as if she knew something he didn't. "So you're the pipsqueak that dad wants to train?"
Randy smiled at her with some embarrassment. When a cold faced beauty like Samantha smiled, even if it was in derision, the impact was really something else. "H-Hello, sister-in-law—"
The older girl's brow twitched. "Whoa, easy there, tiger. You can save those for when you actually get married to Emilia, IF that happens, alright? Just call me 'boss lady' for now."
