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

Mia, but they didn't want to disturb her before the competition,

saw the cunning in his eyes and became serious immediately, no

The atmosphere was electric.

crowd was excited. Her matches were

fans would cheer her on at every match. This sparked

took off his shirt, showing off his muscular upper body and taunting Mia with provocative stares.

the sidelines, Leo answered for

to lay a finger on Mia, her possessive uncle would make him

a woman to participate in a men's competition was already challenging, but Mia didn't care. She

announced, and everyone held their breath, watching the two

other up, Mia keeping her distance. The man was verbally abusing Mia in vulgar language. Leo was furious and wanted

as the man thought she was going on the offensive, Mia leaned

had just feinted, but it

burst into laughter. "Eagle is no match for

seems like a big lug.

stopped holding back

floor. Just as everyone thought Mia would play defensively, she unexpectedly

"Ah!" Eagle screamed.

Mia quickly got up.

the audience applauded Mia's surprising