Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

His words were an insult to Mia, mocking her for needing a man to help her blow off some steam because she knew she had a big competition coming up.

Mia smirked, her innocence hidden under a layer of dark makeup. The more mysterious she was, the more people wanted to figure her out.

"Sorry, if you're jealous that I have a boyfriend, I can't help you there. If you're green with envy over the care I get from my boyfriend, find one for yourself after you lose this competition. Let him leave a mark on your neck to comfort you." Of course, it was natural for a woman to have a boyfriend. But suggesting that he, a man, should also find a boyfriend was an insult, especially for someone who considered himself a straight man in a competition.

Mia was not one to hold a grudge. She would hit back right away. If he mocked her, he should expect a no-holds-barred comeback from her. Mia always went straight for the jugular with her words, showing no mercy. Surprisingly, Eagle just laughed it off.

Mia gave him a sidelong glance and shifted her gaze elsewhere. The laughing man was like a clown, his yellow teeth making Mia feel disgusted. Judging by his voice, Mia guessed he was a young man, probably in his twenties or thirties. She seemed to be stretching her limbs, but she was actually taking a sneak peek at his hands. Hands can reveal a lot of information.

Manual laborers have short, thick fingers, calloused hands, and a yellowish skin tone. People who work out regularly have smoother skin on their hands, which doesn't darken due to exposure to the sun and wind. Office workers or those who work with words have slightly flatter fingertips, intricate palm lines, and decent skin, but it's not the same as someone who works out regularly.

By observing his hands, Mia had a pretty good idea of his profession. He was undoubtedly a manual laborer. Also, she had seen his yellow teeth earlier. Only a long-term smoking habit could cause such yellow stains on the teeth.

So, she concluded that he was probably in his late twenties, a blue-collar worker who worked outdoors for many years.

With this information, Mia had a rough idea of his weaknesses.

She was already prepared for the competition. The previous round had ended.

The man spat on the ground, trying to gross Mia out.

Mia simply took a different path, not even glancing at the spit on the ground.

was time for the

anxiously gathered at the edge of the platform. They had a lot of things to tell Mia, but they didn't

the cunning in his eyes and became serious immediately, no longer arguing with

The atmosphere was electric.

and the entire crowd

was graceful, like an art performance. Ever since she made a name for herself at the Blue Level, her fans would cheer her on at every match. This

he knew he was up against a young girl, but he still took off his shirt, showing off his muscular upper body and taunting Mia with provocative stares. He teased Mia, "What would your

the sidelines,

finger on Mia, her

competition was already challenging, but Mia didn't care. She was

match was announced, and everyone

keeping her distance. The man was verbally abusing Mia in vulgar language. Leo was furious

lunged forward. Just as the man thought she was going

it

for

just seems like a big

comments, Eagle felt defeated. He stopped holding

floor. Just as everyone thought

"Ah!" Eagle screamed.

Mia quickly got up.

the audience applauded