Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

After a brief break at noon, the afternoon was dedicated to a wine tasting class. This class passed by quickly because my father is a wine merchant, and I knew just as much about wine as Ada did.
However, just because one class got cut short didn't mean I got to rest. Next came a lesson on speaking skills and how to solve problems, and this class really opened my eyes.
There were plenty of techniques, but to put it simply, even when the hatred ran so deep it made someone want to tear into their enemy, they still had to strategize first.
Acting on impulse was a deadly mistake, and no battle should be picked without absolute certainty. The essence of this lesson was to stay unreadable—never let anyone catch a glimpse of true emotions.
When Ada said that, I couldn't help but think of Mason. I really wanted to ask him if he had ever taken such a class. But Ada's next words immediately cleared up my confusion.
She said, "Pay attention. This course was personally designed for you by Mr. Knight."
It dawned on me. Mason knew my situation better than anyone. The courses he designed were tailored just for me.
Ada went on, using an example to illustrate the point. She explained how different personalities would react in certain situations. She began analyzing the possible impacts of an event, and how to control the situation.
Then, Ada talked about how to judge potential outcomes, and how to handle things if they went against oneself.
The points, the lines, and the entire picture came together. Once I understood everything, I realized many problems could be solved with ease.
The first day of class opened my eyes, and I gained so much from it. Over the next month, I became so absorbed in the training that I barely noticed the heavy workload. It wasn't tiring at all—in fact, I enjoyed it more and more.
Ada's attitude toward me also changed, from being strict and indifferent at first, to becoming warm and friendly.
But starting the second month, the smile completely disappeared from my face. Ada's classes had ended, and I was introduced to a new dance teacher.
The new teacher, Riley Gardner, was a handsome man with a more feminine look. He had an air of arrogance and seemed difficult to approach.
If this had been a month ago, his domineering attitude might have made me feel uncomfortable. But after a month of training, I had learned to stay calm, no matter the pressure.
I smiled and walked up to him, saying, "Mr. Gardner, hello. I'm your student, Katherine Gordon. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Riley glanced at me, letting out a dismissive snort through his nose. He then raised his hand in a dramatic gesture. "Sweet talker, aren't you? But that doesn't work on me. Show me what you've got—let's see your skills."
He pressed a button on the speaker, and upbeat dance music immediately filled the air. I froze. Skills? How was I supposed to explain that I'd always avoided anything hard as a kid and had never taken a single dance class in my life?
It wasn't that I didn't know anything about dancing at all. When the Cooke family moved into their new, bigger house, Amelia used to invite a group of older women over for aerobics classes to show off the new place.
And though I wasn't involved in the actual class, I spent plenty of time serving drinks and I picked up a few moves. But would that be enough?
"Why are you standing there? Dance," Riley snapped, his voice high-pitched in irritation.
I took a deep breath and decided to give it a go. Summoning all my courage, I performed the best aerobics routine I could, trying to make my movements graceful.
"Stop," Riley yelled. Just as I was starting to find a rhythm, the music abruptly cut off. Then Riley's sharp voice rang out. "What is this? What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to mess with me?"
His face turned bright red with anger as he stomped out of the room. His frantic voice echoed down the hallway as he shouted, "Mason, you better come here, or I'll make sure you regret it."