"Lucky, come here! Say sorry to Cassian. We were only sparring, and you almost bit him." Lucky lowered her head, realizing she'd made a mistake. She shuffled over and brushed against his leg. Cassian crouched down, looked her in the eye, and said firmly, "Don't blame yourself, Lucky. You did great. Keep it up—always protect your mom." He patted her head as encouragement. Lucky's eyes lit up, and she wagged her tail with delight. Natalie's heart softened at the scene. He's such a nice guy. Cassian was injured, but instead of blaming them, he praised her dog and even comforted her. Still, she corrected him seriously. "I'm her sister, not her mom." Cassian's hand froze mid-pet. He raised his eyes to hers. "Then what, you want her to call me ‘Mister'?" Natalie slapped her forehead. "Oh, right, that doesn't match." She crouched beside Lucky and told her, "Lucky, this is your brother." Natalie turned her head as she spoke and met Cassian's dark, intense gaze. Their eyes locked. Natalie suddenly felt her lips burn. She jumped to her feet, but her vision went black for a second, and she almost stumbled.Cassian caught her quickly. Their eyes met again. He gave a faint, thoughtful smile and asked out of nowhere, "First kiss?" Natalie froze, then nodded before blurting, "Wait, you too?" Cassian's Adam's apple moved. "Yeah." The atmosphere grew charged. Natalie blinked in disbelief. "You're 28 and still haven't had your first kiss?" A man at his age, rich and powerful, and he's still a virgin. Oh my gosh! Cassian's face darkened, and he asked, "Are you making fun of me?" Natalie shrank and backed up fast. "No! Not at all!" She straightened her back and rushed to change the subject. "You fight really well. You must've trained, right?" He'd fought her with only one arm and still matched her. If he'd used both, without relying on Blink, he would've beaten her for sure. Cassian stared at her for a beat before answering. "Yeah. When I was a kid, I trained with Mr. Farrington." Natalie's eyes widened. "Silas Farrington?" He nodded. "No wonder you're so strong. You were his student." Silas Farrington was famous. He created his own fighting style and became a legend when he was young—once taking down 20 men alone to save a girl. The news made him a hero overnight.People challenged him constantly before he passed away, but he never lost. Since Cassian had once trained under Silas, Natalie figured losing to him wasn't unfair. In fact, it made her want to learn from him. She used to think she was one of the strongest fighters around. But after running into Kelvin—whose skills were on par with hers—she finally realized not every opponent would be weaker than her. She still had a long way to go. Guns and gear were just tools. What really mattered was her strength. Even with weapons, she still needed to strengthen herself to become truly unstoppable. Just one sparring session with Cassian taught her more than a whole day of training alone. Natalie smiled sincerely. "Cassian, are you taking students?" "No." She blinked. "Why not? I've got some talent." Still unmoved, he repeated, "No." Natalie's shoulders slumped. But then Cassian's lips curved into a faint smile. "You don't need to call me your teacher. I'll just train you directly." Her eyes lit up. He would do that for me? "Seriously?" Cassian's eyes carried a trace of warmth. "Seriously." Natalie thought again about how kind he was. How could such a simple, decent man also be the head of Holland Group, ruling the business world like a storm?Her eyes drifted to his arms with guilt. His right arm had been injured before, and now his left had just been reset. "You fixed that yourself? Is it really okay?" She vaguely remembered that dislocated joints tend to be unstable once injured—easy to pop out again. Cassian noticed the worry in her eyes. He suddenly reached out and brushed her nose. "Don't worry about it." Natalie wasn't used to anyone touching her. She quickly leaned back. Cassian withdrew his hand. "Starting tomorrow, come here to train. I'll correct your moves." Her fighting style was swift, sharp, and direct. Useful, but reckless. She could injure the enemy badly—but often at a heavy cost to herself. For example, on that day at Ironclaw Base, she charged straight into Harding's blade. Even he was shocked at her recklessness. Natalie beamed, putting her hands together. "Yes, teacher!" Cassian frowned. "Not a teacher." "Okay then, Mr. Cassian!" That nickname instantly reminded him of Amber and her cloying voice. His frown deepened, and his expression grew long and sour. "Just call me by my name." Natalie sighed, "Alright. Cassian."