Keke continued, "Wang, your body is practically monstrous. This won't do. I need to talk to my dad and revise your training plan, moving your training schedule up a bit. That way, you'll recover faster."
Wang nodded. "Then today, I'll just train according to how I feel."
Keke nodded, her twin ponytails swaying along with her. "Let's do that, then. But don't push yourself too hard. If you overtrain and injure yourself, it'll do more harm than good."
Just then, Anjiali picked up a towel and handed it to Wang, who had just finished his test. "Wang, wipe off your sweat."
Mitchell couldn't help but marvel silently.
Just look at the boss.
He had Nicole at home, and Anjiali and Keke here.
He even had Baiyin as his personal physical therapist.
Every one of them was a beauty who stood out among a hundred others.
Now that was a surefire winner in life. It was enough to make anyone green with envy.
Nicole was the beautiful, gracious, gentle, and caring type.
The perfect person to settle down with.
Anjiali was sexy, fiery, and passionate.
Perfect as a lover.
Baiyin was an elegant, reserved beauty with a classical Eastern charm.
Perfect for a flirtation.
Keke was a little cutie through and through, perfect to raise.
As Wang trained with the weights, Mitchell secretly analyzed the four women around him.
In the end, he couldn't help exclaiming, "The boss really knows what he's doing. He's got every type covered. Unlike some people who only stick to one type. Like big-bearded Harden, who only goes for big butts."
In reality, Wang had no time for any of that.
If he knew what Mitchell was thinking, he'd probably point at him and curse:
"What the hell are you imagining? I seriously want to beat