Two Faces Of A Vengeful Heiress
Aiden was usually preoccupied with other matters, so this was a surprising sight.
Aiden snorted, his focus fixed on a tall trainee—a boy who stood at 6’3, in his early twenties. He moved with precision, executing every exercise flawlessly. His shooting skills, in particular, were exceptional.
“That kid,” Aiden said, pointing at the young man. “He’s ranked first at the academy, right?”
Alphonse nodded. “That’s Joel Brawn. He’s one of our best. He’ll complete his training in a few days. Louis was thinking about assigning him to City V.”