Chapter 4

Walter's expression fell, and he was about to come closer when a bodyguard behind him pulled him back. "You shouldn't dirty your hands, Mr. Harris. Let me handle this."

That was when Walter calmed down as he remembered why he was at the boxing gym. He said to me with his chin held high, "Don't you train frequently, Carson? Fight him."

The bodyguard next to him looked about six feet tall and was extremely muscular. He looked like a professional fighter. Before I could reply, Owen objected immediately. "How is Carson supposed to fight when his arm is broken?"

Walter expected this would happen, and he replied bluntly, "We'll just tie one of the bodyguard's hands behind his back to make it a fair fight."

I gave it some thought, but I still shook my head. "I need to make sure my hand recovers. I'd prefer not to fight."

Walter burst out laughing as he took out a card. "Don't you love money? I'll give you $75,000 if you win."

"What happens if I lose?"

Walter pointed at a bodyguard who had his phone pointed at me. "If you lose, kneel in front of the camera and admit that you're gold-digging scum who seduces women with that face of yours."

Although it was humiliating to kneel before someone, I had suffered enough hard days to understand that pride had no monetary value. If I won, I would get a handsome reward, and I would lose nothing even if I lost.

At the thought of how little money I had left in my account, I nodded in agreement. "Let's do this."

The fight started very soon. Even though the bodyguard, Moe Curley, used only one hand, he fought dirty and kept aiming at my hurt arm. I was quickly put at a disadvantage while trying to dodge his attacks.

Below the stage, I could hear laughter. "Boo! What a lousy fighter!"

"He wasted three years of Miss Quinn's time and money. What a pity for her effort."

I ignored the booing below the stage and focused on the fight. I never expected Moe to land his next punch right on my injured right arm. Pain shot to my shoulders, and I was forced to back away.

Owen watched in horror. "That's not right!"

Moe acted like he did not hear a thing as he aimed another punch at my right arm. I tried to dodge the punch with great difficulty while Walter enjoyed the show. He shouted at Moe, "Get him!"

Owen became anxious, and he dashed at Walter, yelling, "Get him to stop! Is this still a fair fight? You'll kill him if you don't stop this!"

Two bodyguards held him back right away, and a sinister glint could be seen in Walter's eyes as he burst out laughing. "He deserves to die. It won't matter to anyone if a useless man who’s used to leeching off women dies here."

Moe came in close to me again, but I was already exhausted. The spectators started getting excited over my upcoming defeat. "Men like him should be beaten to a pulp, so he won't ever dare to seduce another woman again!"

The next second, Moe changed tactics and punched me right in the temple.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to dodge his attack, but I lost my balance and fell heavily to the ground. I tried to soften my fall by using my right hand to cushion myself instinctively, but the sound of bone cracking echoed again in the air.

The pain made me curl into a ball, and blood started dripping out from the edge of my cast. Owen roared in a panic, "Stop it! Stop hitting him! He'll lose his hand if you don't stop!"

However, Moe did not listen. He climbed on top of me and raised his fist to give me one last lethal punch.

All of a sudden, I heard the clack of high heels outside the doors.

Following that, a familiar, cold woman’s voice rang out.

"Stop."

Chloe had rushed over to where we were and was staring at us frostily. "Touch my man again, Walter Harris, and I promise you that I’ll make the Harris family vanish from Angel City."