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    “Fucking perfect. Send the Super Champion down there to see what this woman is really made of.”

    The subordinate lowered his head respectfully, his voice tinged with genuine puzzlement. “I’m not following you. Why do you want the Super Champion to test her specifically?”

    The handsome man spun his leather chair around to face him, his smile sharpening like a de. “Because that woman down there might just be the Boxing Queen I’ve been hunting for all these years.”

    “What?” The subordinate’s head snapped up in shock, his eyes meeting his boss’s piercing blue gaze. The man was pure masculine perfection, but those eyes held secrets and promised violence to anyone who crossed him.

    “Move your ass,” the handsome man ordered, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

    “Yes!” The subordinate practically jumped to attention before backing toward the door.

    “Hold on.” The handsome man’s voice stopped his subordinate cold. “Whoever walks out of that ring alive gets a billion dors. Cash.”

    “Got it!” The subordinate’s eyes went wide with shock before he rushed out of the office like his pants were on fire.

    The moment the door clicked shut, the handsome man swiveled his chair back to face the massive one-way window that gave him a perfect view of the carnage below. His eyes locked onto Christina like a sniper’s scope, his expression transforming from icy indifference to burning intensity.

    Down in the boxing ring, Christina’s instincts kicked in like a warning bell. She suddenly lifted her head toward the upper levels, her eyebrows drawing together in a frown.

    For a split second, their gazes connected across the distance, but the one-way ss kept Christina from seeing the man studying her every move. Still, every nerve in her body screamed that someone was watching her from the darkness above, studying her like a lion sizing up its next meal.

    The handsome man raised the cigar to his lips, took a slow, deliberate drag, and then blew the smoke toward the window as if he could somehow make it drift down to caress Christina’s face. “Well, well, beautiful. Looks like I’ve finally tracked you.”

    His lips curved into a dangerous smile, his predatory gaze never leaving Christina, who had no idea she was being hunted.

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    Inside the underground boxing club, the shouting and cursing grew louder by the second.

    Christina stood in the center of the ring. She withdrew her gaze from the upper floors, her brows furrowed. She couldn’t see who it was, but she could feel it—someone out there was watching her with pure hostility.

    She swept a cold nce across the rowdy crowd and said in a frosty tone, “If you don’t believe I beat the Boxing King, then step up and try to take me down.” Since they couldn’t ept what they saw, she’d give them front-row seats to a few more beatdowns—until they had no choice but to believe it.

    The second she spoke, the noise dropped. Just like that, the whole ce went dead quiet. People exchanged awkward nces, but no one made a move.

    “What’s wrong?” Christina said, her voice still like ice. “Scared? If anyone’s got doubts, get up here.”

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