Chapter 690:

    “Like hell we’re leaving you!” Elliott’s voice was rock-solid with determination.

    “We’re not going anywhere without you.”

    “That’s right! All three of us walk out of here together, or nobody does,” Eloise said, her voice just as stubborn as her brother’s.

    Christina opened her mouth to argue with them, but when she saw how determined they both looked, she decided against it.

    “Look, why don’t we all just get out of here right now?” Elliott said, his voice tight with worry. His gut was screaming that something was wrong. Every instinct he had told him that whoever was watching them from above meant serious trouble. It was probably the man who ran this illegal fighting operation—or maybe someone even worse.

    Either way, Elliott’s survival instincts were going crazy, warning him that the person upstairs was dangerous.

    “Chill out. Nothing’s going to happen to me,” Christina said, shing them a confident smile meant to calm their nerves.

    After giving Eloise a quick, reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, Christina turned around and started walking toward the exit.

    The moment Christina climbed down from the boxing ring, she lifted her head and stared up at the viewing area above. A provoking smile spread across her face, as if daring whoever was up there toe down and face her.

    “Well, this should be fun.” The handsome man let out a lowugh, swirling his wine ss in slow circles before downing the entire contents in one smooth gulp.

    He ced the empty ss on his desk with a soft click, then picked up a loaded pistol as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He pointed the gun at his office door and smiled like the devil himself.

    Standing outside the door, the man gestured toward it with obvious respect. “Our boss is waiting for you inside. Please go in,” he said politely before backing away and disappearing into the shadows.

    Christina stood perfectly still, staring at the closed door in front of her. Her eyebrows pulled together slightly. Sensing danger, her instincts kicked in. She moved her hand toward the doorknob with careful, deliberate movements, like she was reaching for a live bomb.

    The doorknob made a quiet clicking sound as she turned it, the noise seeming loud in the deadly silence. She pushed the door open wide but stayed right where she was.

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    The room beyond was bathed in shadowy darkness, lit only by a few dim lights that made everything look sinister and threatening.

    Christina’s eyes swept every corner of the room, searching for any sign of movement or life. But the ce lookedpletely empty. Was the mysterious owner of this underground boxing club lurking somewhere in the dark corners, waiting to strike, or was this some kind of sick game where the room really was empty?

    Christina took one careful step inside, then another. The second her foot crossed into the room, she felt the air change. Someone was moving. Her survival instincts exploded into action. She threw herself backward just as something deadly came flying toward her face.

    Her hand shot out and mped down on her attacker’s wrist like a steel trap. In his grip was a gun with a silencer attached.

    The muzzle hovered inches from her face. If she had reacted a bit more slowly, her brains would have been sttered across the wall.

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    Message from Noah: Have a nice week dear ones. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. (? ?? ? – ? ) ?

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