Actually, I never wanted to get back in Maximilian Von Ziegler's car. I refused many times, but he always managed to find a loophole to get me to sit in the passenger seat next to him. Including covert methods, almost resembling threats, regarding my performance in training sessions in the past few days. Even though I still clearly remember how Brina and Nico sincerely praised me. That I had crossed a line that I had previously been unable to cross.But still, I chose to remain silent. Refraining from the complaints that wanted so badly to come out of these lips—because in the end, this was the path I chose for myself. There was no turning back. I had already paved the road behind me. Besides, even if I turned back, the question of how I would support myself would always loom.“At the end of the road, there is a fairly popular bakery. Would you like to stop by?” Max asked, breaking the thick silence between us.This time, I preferred to silence my voice. Not because I was reluctant to
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