Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: No One Knows Who Will Win Until the Last Moment

Nami was dressed in a gray-black hotel uniform, her skirt was very short, revealing a pair of tender, fair legs wrapped tightly in flesh-colored stockings. A friendly smile graced her face, her eyes as clear as if holding sunshine within. What stood out most was the youthful energy exuding from her—a quality unique to young girls—which made the man’s gaze darken, his Adam’s apple tighten.

This woman was a stunner, far more pure and beautiful than those two nightclub girls inside.

A little prey delivered right to his door—how could he possibly refuse?

Nami noticed the darkness flicker in his eyes and froze in her tracks, an instinctive chill surging within her. She turned and tried to run, but the man suddenly grabbed her wrist and effortlessly dragged her into the room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

In that brief moment of struggle, the lunchbox in Nami’s hand fell to the floor, scattering assorted sushi rolls across the ground...

...

lies an endless abyss of shadows. Gambling dens and underground boxing arenas are scattered

one of these vast underground spaces, a crowd packed tightly, their attention riveted to the boxing ring in the center. Right now, an intense boxing match was

boxing gloves. Each move was brutal, every strike calculated to knock the opponent down and

gamblers. They were betting on which of the two Western boxers

suites offered an unobstructed view of the matches below. Only people of status

suite, clad in a pristine white shirt, his presence immaculate. Even though he hadn’t rested much in the past day, his face betrayed no

Tokyo Mafia boss, nearing sixty years of age. Dressed in a black suit, his silver-streaked hair slicked back meticulously, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s and capable

pressure had no effect on

for him." Yamamoto Yu gestured toward the boxer in red gloves