Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 887 It Must Be Lovesickness

The building had this super tight entrance, leading down to the biggest and baddest underground fight club in all of Vistalia.

The deals here were shady as hell. Almost every day, someone bit the dust in the arena, but the cash you could rake in from just an hour on stage was more than what you'd make in a lifetime outside. The arena had seven underground levels. The top four were for all sorts of sketchy deals, while the bottom three were where folks put their lives on the line.

Each level was massive and known as a no-rules zone in Vistalia.

Nobody dared to mess with anyone here. Even the top assassins had to chill out once they stepped inside.

Here, you could rock a mask or not; it was totally up to you.

Since he got in, Raymond had been strolling through a special passage and then stopped in a room.

This room had a killer view of the fights below. Right now, a dude and a rabid wolf were going at it in their final showdown.

In front of him was this huge one-way glass window, and the biggest electronic screen in the arena showed the fight countdown. On either side of the screen, the cash bet on each side was displayed.

Twenty billion bucks were riding on the guy winning, while two hundred billion were on the wolf.

This kind of crazy cash flow for just one fight showed how nuts the money game was in this underground fight club every day. Helen walked in all graceful and handed him a cup of tea.

Raymond didn't take it; he just kept his eyes on the fight below.

Back in the day, when he was in Vistalia, he'd sometimes come here and chill for an entire afternoon.

Helen then brought a bunch of grapes and peeled one with her fingertips.

"Raymond," she called out, bringing the grape to his mouth.

I

the CEO of the Montague Group?" Her tone made it clear she didn't give a damn

Raymond said, "No."

the grape into her own mouth and licked the juice off her fingers.

savage. The crowd outside was going wild, like some kind of

this, offering a killer view of the arena, set up for the owner of the fight

just about to head down and join the action

his head, and her kiss landed on his cheek. His

face with a fan, giving a wickedly seductive smile, "So resistant, seems like you really have someone you like. Wanna play today? In a bad mood?" Raymond grabbed a tissue and wiped the lipstick off his cheek,

and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, showing off his rock-hard

a hot commodity, whether you were talking

to the person next to him and said,

in the shadows nodded and

smiling as she looked through the thick glass at the

hit the stage

nuts, and

beefy dude started yelling, "God!

whole place erupted, "God!

few appearances before, each time taking on some seriously nasty

never lost. Word on the street was that in one of

lions, but

match scored him billions, enough to buy up

but when he

opponents were tough, but he

worshipped power and