You think you can make me submit with gemstones? Impossible!
That was what Miss Nightingale had wanted to say, but her instincts betrayed her.
Supposedly, the gemstones were being used for various forms of resistance training. In reality, however, Nora was utterly helpless against this **, so there was naturally no resistance to speak of.
This was entirely one-sided **. No one even knew what Miss Nightingale had done in the office-not even Miss Nightingale herself, since her thoughts had been a complete mess at the time.
Just as someone with a hangover could not remember what they had done the night before, Miss Nora could not remember what she had done then either. She had only a vague, hazy impression, and whatever she had done definitely had not been anything good.
Perhaps Jonas was the only one who knew... As the instigator, he naturally would not reveal what he had done.
After Miss Nora regained her senses, he merely said in a deeply disappointed tone:
"It seems Miss Nightingale failed to withstand the test."
That left Nora gritting her teeth in anger. His insistence on acting shamelessly while claiming the moral high ground was infuriating, and her fragmented memories gave her a rough idea of what had happened.
Under those circumstances, how could Miss Nightingale possibly not be angry?
But the profound impression Jonas had left on her kept Miss Nightingale from even thinking of resisting. Besides, she had no way of knowing whether he was telling the truth, so she could only console herself that everything that had happened yesterday really had been intended to help her overcome her psychological weakness.
And so, once she had fully regained her senses, Miss Nora snorted and said coldly:
"I hope it really is as you say, Mr. Jonas."
With that,