Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

The thought of a fragile nobleman going toe-to-toe with Grant, someone who had clawed his way through hellish battles, seemed downright ridiculous. But here we were. "Chloe, I've got to fight him today. Just watch," Connor declared.

No matter what, Chloe couldn't stop him. The two men had already launched into the fray.

The announcer, caught off guard, stumbled back a few steps, and with a nervous gulp, announced, "The challenge begins, and today... anything goes."

Chloe's heart was pounding in her chest. But as soon as Connor moved, her eyes narrowed.

Connor's moves were far from amateur. The way he handled himself suggested at least ten years of martial arts training. He had been hiding this from her all along.

Chloe had her suspicions before. Like the time Connor leaped from a twenty-foot window, landing perfectly without a scratch, and somehow caught her mid-fall. She had questioned him then.

But Connor brushed it off, saying he only knew basic military exercises. The truth was, Connor was full of secrets. Yet, Chloe never pushed him. If he wanted to open up, she'd listen. If he considered it private, she'd respect that.

Lost in thought, she snapped back as Connor and Grant were locked in a fierce exchange. Punch for punch, kick for kick, it was intense.

to backpedal. As Connor dodged, Grant went for a sweeping kick

when everyone thought

speed, grabbed Grant's arm,

and precise, moving like

a blur in his

which had been roaring moments ago, fell silent in awe. The throw was swift and brutally effective, leaving many gasping

heart clenched. Grant

hard. The

was already upright, casting a cold, proud look down

Grant.

en

slight furrow in his brow.

nerves went

to Grant's