Chapter 348

Alex watched Rudolf's sluggish movement with disdain and flicked his finger

sharply, knocking Rudolf's hand away.

Rudolf's arm shot back as if struck by a bullet, dragging his entire body backward.

His whole frame crashed violently into nearby chairs, scattering them in all

directions.

Joey, eyes wide with panic, dashed toward his father. "Father! What happened?"

"I-I slipped," Rudolf stammered, struggling to stand upright.

Several spectators rose from their seats, quickly surrounding Rudolf.

"Sir Rudolf! Are you alright? What's going on here?"

Their worried faces made it clear they recognized him.

Before Rudolf could answer, Joey pointed an accusing finger toward Alex

"Listen up, everyone! This thug tried to molest me, and when my father stepped in

to stop him, he attacked him!"

"You lying bitch!" Lyra exploded, her voice shaking with fury.

"Is every word that comes out of your filthy mouth a twisted lie?"

"Shut your dirty mouth!" Joey snapped back, venom in her voice.

"Your disgusting excuse of a man tried to put his filthy hands on me! And now

you're defending him?"

Two burly men stepped forward aggressively, glaring menacingly at Alex.

"So this is your idea of bravery, huh? Harassing a woman and then assaulting an

elderly man? Let's settle this in the arena"

"Yeah," chimed in another, cracking his knuckles. "I'll teach you the meaning of

respect, you gutless creep!"

The growing commotion attracted even more onlookers, and soon the entire

crowd murmured with outrage, spreading whispers like wildfire:

A pervert had assaulted a woman and attacked an elderly man.

Suddenly, the commentator's voice thundered over the loudspeakers, filled with

mockery.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, breaking news! Alex, our resident loser, apparently

couldn't keep his hands off a lady and even attacked an elderly man—before he's

even faced Michael! What a pathetic coward!"

Jeers erupted throughout the stadium.

"I'm hearing the crowd wants justice! How about we get this scum into the arena

right now to teach him a lesson in manners?"

"Get up there, you spineless coward!" shouted someone from the crowd.

"Try fighting someone your own size for once!"

The spectators burst into chants, their voices rising like a storm.

the arena!

anxiously around, seeing a sea of

aimed directly at Alex.

trembling, "Alex, I think we've just fallen

trap."

his head calmly, his eyes cold and defiant. "Don't

to hold me. I'll crush it under my

shouting spectators parted like

stride confidently toward Alex.

crowd hushed with

massive man, muscles bulging beneath his clothing,

Alex, sneering with contempt.

or incredibly stupid—harassing a woman

when you're already scheduled to be Michael's

bag."

why wait? Let's settle this now.

hell myself."

man's aggressive gaze without flinching, his

with disdain.

to conclusions yet. It's still

me?" Bill stared in disbelief, then erupted

his chest heaving.

joined in, their ridicule

forward, his voice filled with scorn.

you even understand who you're talking

continued harshly, "This is

second only to Michael himself! You're not

be torn

the empty arena, grabbing the microphone

vicious grin.

Who wants to watch me pound

old men? I say it's time we teach

in humiliation!"

roared back, their

that bastard!" someone shouted

him what happens

voice rose in fury, painting Alex as the villain with relentless

her voice urgent yet strangely

news and bad news. Which

bad," Alex replied coldly, eyes

set

you a

obvious," Alex muttered bitterly. "What's

Lyra's eyes gleamed sharply.

for your

to

started placing bets

too. You're

fifteen-to-one."

a daring

you crush Bill,

we roll

onto your fight

we could bankrupt

of Paris."

words alone made Lyra's

of heat bloomed under skin, flooding

of it—the billions—was

curled, and a soft gasp escaped

she couldn't stop. Right there,

the moment sent

the orgasm

undeniable.

blinked, dazed, flushed, trying to

"you have no idea what that

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