Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 245:

Norah rose from the ground, brushing the earth off her trousers with a nonchalant air. Her gaze, colder than a winter’s night, pierced Remy as she addressed him with a metaphorical jab. “You claimed to be the underground boxing champion. Just a slight misstep and the so-called champion would have met his end right here.”

Remy, trembling with both pain and realization, absorbed the impactful message. “Did you… Did you just mean that?”

Raising an eyebrow, Norah responded with a simple, “Yeah.” She sauntered toward him, positioning herself directly above him, and delivered a cryptic ultimatum. “Think of it as a return favor for a kindness you extended in the past. But be warned—if there’s a next encounter, I won’t hold back. Inform your boss that if he truly wants to deal with me, he should approach me directly and abandon these underhanded tactics. Otherwise, you know what will happen.”

In the meantime, the Sacredice members swiftly handled the four men from the Breaker, completing their task before vanishing from the scene like phantoms in the night.

Undoubtedly, the Sacredice’s people possessed an inherent strength that bordered on the extraordinary.

As Remy grappled with the cryptic nature of Norah’s words, he raised his eyes to witness her resolute departure. A distant recollection bubbled up from the recesses of his mind. Many years ago, as Remy journeyed through the scarred landscapes of the East, bearing the marks of numerous boxing battles, he encountered a heart-wrenching scene. A little girl, begging in the frigid cold, quivered from the biting chill.

The girl clung tightly to her legs, yearning for a sliver of warmth. Her cheeks were adorned with frost, and her entire body trembled in the cold embrace.

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of his victory spoils with the shivering girl. Whether moved by a sense of pity for her or stirred by poignant reflections

on this, Remy wondered if

movements were

in his past, he would now share the ground with

formidable skills, Remy’s expression revealed a complex blend of emotions. He had labored for numerous years in the clandestine world of underground boxing, a relentless odyssey that had ultimately led to his current state of

waves of pain caused by Norah crashed over him, prompting a bitter laugh to escape his lips. He vowed to etch the audacious

reaching the intersection ahead and

for us at the hospital entrance—just a few minutes.” Sean’s resonant voice echoed through

unease gripped Sean, prompting him to straighten up. “What

“I’ll tell you later.”

black sedan raced

stopped, the rear door swung open, and Sean hastened out. He grasped Norah’s hand, conducting a thorough examination of her well-being. “Are you okay? Are you

the three-minute journey, Sean had swiftly reached out to the two men from Sacredice who were in charge of Norah’s safety, gathering insights about the

the underground boxing ring. Did you cross paths with him? Any internal injuries?” Sean found it impossible to articulate the depth of his