The tone slightly paused, Glenn Hutchinson's tone turned even firmer, "In the next six months, you can opt out at any time. However, if you think you might choose to opt out, you can step forward now. My time is precious, and I won't waste it on you!"
A genuine threat.
Cruelly shattering the last sliver of hope they had.
Before meeting him, these students waiting for selection were only disappointed in Joshua Bailey.
But having never seen Glenn Hutchinson's performance, they still held onto a glimmer of hope, expecting that Glenn Hutchinson was not like this.
And now—
They were utterly hopeless!
Even somewhat disappointed.
So cruel, unkind, offering no warmth.
"Any objections?"
Walking a few steps to the left in the front row, Glenn Hutchinson surveyed these angry individuals and asked coldly.
"Reporting!"
No sooner had the words fallen than Stuart Weston's voice rang out.
"Speak." Lifting his gaze, Glenn Hutchinson eyed him with raised eyebrows.
