Chapter 547

At Mr. Valentine's command, the younger generation of the Valentine family immediately began to run.

Evelyn Ross followed at a leisurely pace beside her brothers, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

She noticed that this morning run was limited to Mr. Valentine and the younger generation.

Her eldest and second uncles had already started their slow stroll.

Both were older and no longer participated in such physical contests.

But Mr. Valentine's figure remained tall and agile, not seeming inferior at all among the young people.

He always maintained a steady, controlled pace, as if leading the way.

A flicker of understanding passed through Evelyn's eyes.

No wonder the Valentine brothers were so different from the power-hungry heirs of other prominent families.

In any other family with such vast wealth, brothers would likely be locked in a life-and-death struggle.

But the Valentines remained harmonious, never having any discord.

Marcus Valentine ran side by side with Mr. Valentine at the front.

The others gradually fell behind, spreading out.

Preston Valentine was already panting heavily.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at Evelyn. "Little sister, can't keep up? That…"

His words cut off abruptly.

Wait.

Why was he drenched in sweat while his little sister looked completely unfazed?

That didn't make sense!

Preston immediately pressed his lips together and charged forward.

He couldn't lose to his sister. That would be too embarrassing.

He gritted his teeth and didn't utter another word.

The person who usually begged to stop after one kilometer today stubbornly pushed through three.

Preston gasped for air and looked at Evelyn again.

His little sister still looked calm and composed, as if she were merely taking a stroll.

He glanced at the other brothers.

The pace set by Mr. Valentine was actually quite fast. Most had sweat on their foreheads.

Even the most outstanding Marcus had a slight flush on his face.

Only three people in the entire group looked completely normal.

Mr. Valentine, of course.

In his generation, whether in physical fitness, business acumen, or martial prowess, he was top-tier, rarely meeting his match.

Another was Ethan Valentine.

As a disciple of the Cortez Sect, his daily training intensity far exceeded this. Running was just a warm-up for him.

And the remaining one… was Evelyn Ross?

How was that possible!

Not only Preston, but the others were also stunned.

They had originally thought about not losing face in front of their sister, even considering letting her win.

Now it seemed she didn't need it at all!

Preston couldn't help asking, "You're really not tired?"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be tired?"

Preston: "…"

They had already run four kilometers!

The corner of his mouth twitched. He finally stopped. "I can't… can't run anymore…"

He bent over, hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

The others ignored him.

For someone who usually gave up after two kilometers, pushing to four today was already a breakthrough.

As Preston gasped for breath, he suddenly noticed a group of servants approaching in the distance.

Among them was Joanna Sterling.

The young girl seemed to hear the commotion and looked over.

Preston stiffened.

He immediately straightened up and started running again. "I've already lapped you all once. Why are you so slow?"

Everyone on the track: ???

After his boast, Preston happened to run past the servants.

He heard someone laugh. "Young Master Preston is so impressive today? He's a full lap ahead?"

Preston instinctively looked at Joanna.

The girl immediately chimed in. "Young Master Preston said yesterday he'd run ten kilometers today!"

Preston: !!

His whole body tensed.

He really wanted to refute that he never said such a thing.

But the words died on his lips.

He could only grit his teeth and keep charging forward…

Until the servants entered the mansion.

Five kilometers ended.

Though Evelyn had a light sheen of sweat, she was still relaxed.

She prepared to return to her room to freshen up.

The brothers had already dispersed.

Just as Evelyn was about to leave, her phone rang.

It was Anthony Castillo.

"Didn't we agree you'd visit my house? How about today?"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Is your cousin there?"

"Nicole?" Anthony sounded a bit puzzled. "She is. She lives at my place."

"Alright." Evelyn agreed readily. "When is convenient?"

"Come for lunch?" Anthony suggested. "I'll tell my grandfather it's just a regular friend coming to eat."

Evelyn nodded. "No problem."

After hanging up, she turned to go back to her room.

Passing by the lawn, she saw Preston almost collapsed on the ground.

He lay on his back on the grass, hands behind his head, legs crossed, humming. "Wangcai, slow down. If you walk too fast, the WhatsApp step count won't register. They'll think I'm riding a bike!"

Evelyn: ??

She followed Preston's gaze.

The family's golden retriever was walking slowly around the track, carrying Preston's phone on its back.

Evelyn: …

She paused, then walked over. "Fifth Brother, what are you doing?"

Preston sprang up at the sound of her voice.

He looked around furtively, like a thief caught in the act. "Why haven't you gone to shower yet?"

Evelyn: "I took a call. What's this?"

She pointed at the golden retriever.

Preston coughed dryly. "Just… wanted to rack up more WhatsApp steps."

Evelyn: ???

Though confused, she decided to respect his… hobby.

So she didn't ask further and turned to head towards her room.

Preston suddenly called out to her. "Hey!"

Evelyn looked back.

Preston lowered his voice. "Can you not tell anyone I had the dog rack up steps for me?"

Evelyn: ????

She nodded blankly.

Back in her room, Evelyn took a shower.

Because she washed her hair, drying it took nearly an hour.

By the time she went downstairs, her brothers had already had breakfast and left for the company.

She was heading towards the dining room when she saw Preston walking from the track.

Water droplets were on his face, clearly splashed on. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed, but his complexion wasn't flushed.

As soon as he entered, Preston went straight to Joanna.

He shoved his phone in front of the girl. "Look! I walked twenty thousand steps this morning!"

Evelyn: !!!

The corner of her mouth twitched.

So having the dog carry the phone for a walk was to show off his step count to Joanna?

What kind of quirk was this!

She was both amused and exasperated, leaning against the wall to watch the show.

Joanna was also bewildered.

She was mopping the floor when the Fifth Young Master suddenly came over to show her his step count.

She had to step around Preston and continue mopping, casually praising, "Young Master Preston is amazing! Your fitness is top-notch. If I could get up early and run ten kilometers, that would be incredible!"

Preston floated on the praise. "You could do it too if you ran more. You should exercise more often."

Joanna, exhausted from work and just wanting to lie down: …

Listen to that. Was that something a human would say?

She almost rolled her eyes.

But knowing Preston's personality, understanding he didn't mean it maliciously, Joanna took a deep breath. "Yes, yes, Young Master Preston should exercise more. And pay attention when driving later. Practice your driving skills more. Don't get into another car accident!"

Preston froze, looking at Joanna in confusion. "How did you know I was in a car accident?"