เข้าสู่ระบบThe handsome man raised the cigar to his lips, took a slow, deliberate drag, and then blew the smoke toward the window as if he could somehow make it drift down to caress Amelia’s face. "Well, well, beautiful. Looks like I've finally tracked you."His lips curved into a dangerous smile, his predatory gaze never leaving Amelia, who had no idea she was being hunted.Inside the underground boxing club, the shouting and cursing grew louder by the second.Amelia stood in the center of the ring. She withdrew her gaze from the upper floors, her brows furrowed. She couldn't see who it was, but she could feel it, someone out there was watching her with pure hostility.She swept a cold glance across the rowdy crowd and said in a frosty tone, "If you don't believe I beat the Boxing King, then step up and try to take me down."Since they couldn't accept what they saw, she'd give them front-row seats to a few more beatdowns, until they had no choice but to believe it.The second she spoke, the nois
The Boxing King lay sprawled on the mat, his body refusing to cooperate. He wanted to get up, tried, but his limbs were heavy, his vision blurry. The roar of the crowd had become a distant hum, swallowed by the throbbing pain coursing through him.The referee's final count echoed through the underground arena.Amelia had won.The crowd exploded. Cheering, shouting, jumping, strangers hugging strangers. Those who had bet on her were ecstatic. Against all odds, they had struck gold.Carla stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth agape. Like a balloon with all the air punched out, she stared blankly ahead. "I…how… How could this be?" she muttered to herself, unable to accept her defeat in the bet. How could a Boxing King lose to a slender woman? There must be something shady going on!Carla pointed a trembling finger at Amelia, her voice rising to a deranged pitch.“She bribed the Boxing King! That's it! He took a bribe…he let her win! There's no other explanation!"Carla’s voice cut through the ch
Up on the fighting platform, the lights blazed down like spotlights on a stage.The Boxing King had expected gratitude, maybe even begging. Instead, Amelia eyes held nothing but cold contempt, and for a split second, it made him freeze.Something about this woman tugged at his memory, like a half-remembered dream that wouldn't come into focus. Those eyes. They looked down at him as if he were nothing, reminiscent of the mysterious Boxing Queen who had appeared from nowhere and vanished just as quickly, leaving only legends in her wake.As the Boxing King studied Amelia’s lean frame, a crazy thought crept into his mind. Could this woman standing before him actually be the legendary Boxing Queen?The idea hit him like a punch to the gut, but he shook his head violently. No! Impossible.Rumor had it the Boxing Queen had been assassinated for refusing to cooperate with behind-the-scenes manipulation. If she were truly still alive, she wouldn't have vanished after winning just one fight. No
"Exactly! Even male fighters struggle against him. She's walking into a slaughterhouse."“Unless… wait. Is this rigged? Did someone pay off Boxing King to throw the fight? No way. Too obvious. That's suicide."“Pfft. Forget it. Just another rich fool with more money than sense."“What an idiot. Might as well light that stack on fire. Betting on a walking corpse? Only fools back a loser!"Eugene didn't flinch. "I believe she can beat Boxing King."“Yeah! Me too!" Emily added, her voice steady.Honestly, Emily and Eugene weren't completely sure Amelia would win. But in a place where everyone was waiting to tear Amelia down, they had to be the ones to back her, loud and clear.Eugene turned back to Carla. "What's wrong? Scared to match me now?"Carla and her crew looked stiff. One hundred million? They couldn't scrape that together if they sold everything they owned.“You? You really got that kind of money?" Carla taunted.Eugene stayed cool. "If you're in, I'll bring the cash. If I can't
“Who's the guy?" Kole's voice carried a note of nervous suspicion as he studied the masked man's imposing frame. "Think he's some kind of fighter?"“Doesn't matter." Carla’s voice remained ice-cold and confident. "This is about the bet, not backup muscle. When Amelia gets her ass kicked, she'll still have to honor the bet."Amelia walked ahead and stopped in front of the trio, her lips curved in a subtle smile.The underground boxing arena attracted society's underbelly, criminals, thrill-seekers, and desperate souls, all drawn to the scent of blood and easy money.Amelia had fought tooth and nail to keep Emily away from this dangerous place, but Emily had stubbornly refused to be left behind. The thought of leaving Emily…Unprotected, Emily’s presence terrified Amelia, so she had convinced Eugene to serve as Emily’s bodyguard.“Well, well. Look who decided to show up after all." Cassie's voice dripped with false surprise and genuine malice. "I was betting you'd run home crying to momm
"Patience." Marcus’ face remained a mask of stone, revealing nothing of his inner calculations. "We just had a public confrontation. Move against her now, and every finger will point straight at us."Jorge's head bobbed with understanding, his confidence returning in full force. "Give me a week, and that woman will vanish without a trace, like she never existed."Their next human trafficking shipment was already scheduled for departure. She would simply become another piece of cargo, bound for foreign shores and a fate worse than death.“Good. But don't get sloppy with the transport," Marcus warned.“Don't worry about me." Jorge's chest swelled with pride. "I've never fucked up a job yet, and I'm not about to start now."*********On the top floor of Roka Restaurant, Viola approached Amelia and Emily, her tone laced with curiosity and warmth.“What happened? What took you so long?"“Nothing at all," Amelia answered with a calm smile.Beside her, Emily’s lips twitched. She tried to keep







