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“What’s bothering you, General Hawthorne?” Richard asked, noticing Frederick’s scrunched–up face.
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“Find out where Claire is right now,” Frederick said, putting his phone down.
Five minutes later, Richard came back with the scoop. “Boss, Ms. Prescott’s at the underground boxing ring.”
“Underground boxing ring?” Frederick’s head shot up.
“Yeah, the biggest one in Kingstown, the Black Horse Underground Boxing Ring. And…” Richard paused, checking Frederick’s reaction.
“And what?” Frederick pushed, his face getting tighter.
“And Ms. Prescott’s getting ready to fight Brian,” Richard said carefully, watching Frederick’s mood as he spoke.
“Brian?”
Frederick stopped, his hand freezing as he put his pen down.
He knew exactly who Brian was.
A while back, Brian was mixed up in a big criminal case. That’s how Frederick found out Brian was the toughest fighter in all of
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This guy was a boxing nut, brutal in the ring, never giving his opponents a chance to catch their breath. Once he stepped in the ring, it was like he turned into a demon.
“We’re going to the Black Horse Underground Boxing Ring,” Frederick said, recalling the first time he had encountered Brian.
At the Black Horse Underground Boxing Ring, Claire stood frozen, staring at Brian across the ring.
Her mind raced with thoughts of how formidable he was, the rumors of how no one ever walked away from a match with him.
If it had been anyone else, she might have felt more confident.
But this was Brian.
“Hey, little lady, if you’re having second thoughts, it’s not too late to back out. I won’t lay a finger on you if you throw in the towel. I’ve never been one to hit a woman,” Brian said, breaking the silence when Claire didn’t respond.
Claire replied firmly, “I have no regrets. It’s an honor to spar with someone as experienced as you. I just hope you’ll go easy
on me.
“Of course, fists don’t have eyes. If something were to happen, I wouldn’t hold it against you. But if it makes you, feel better, I can sign a will right now.”
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“Wait, sir? How can you just decide not to fight?” Claire called out, confused by the turn of events.
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She glanced back at Brian, frustration creeping into her voice.
He might be able to wait, but she couldn’t afford to. With her funds running low, Claire desperately needed this fight to make
some money.
Just then, the doors to the boxing arena swung open, and Frederick stepped in, accompanied by Richard.
