Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

The thought of a fragile nobleman going toe-to-toe with Grant, someone who had clawed his way through hellish battles, seemed downright ridiculous. But here we were. "Chloe, I've got to fight him today. Just watch," Connor declared.

No matter what, Chloe couldn't stop him. The two men had already launched into the fray.

The announcer, caught off guard, stumbled back a few steps, and with a nervous gulp, announced, "The challenge begins, and today... anything goes."

Chloe's heart was pounding in her chest. But as soon as Connor moved, her eyes narrowed.

Connor's moves were far from amateur. The way he handled himself suggested at least ten years of martial arts training. He had been hiding this from her all along.

Chloe had her suspicions before. Like the time Connor leaped from a twenty-foot window, landing perfectly without a scratch, and somehow caught her mid-fall. She had questioned him then.

But Connor brushed it off, saying he only knew basic military exercises. The truth was, Connor was full of secrets. Yet, Chloe never pushed him. If he wanted to open up, she'd listen. If he considered it private, she'd respect that.

Lost in thought, she snapped back as Connor and Grant were locked in a fierce exchange. Punch for punch, kick for kick, it was intense.

Grant, with a quick leg lift, unleashed a flurry of kicks, forcing Connor to backpedal. As Connor dodged, Grant went for a sweeping kick aimed at his shoulder.

Just when everyone thought the kick

was destined for Connor's head, Connor moved with lightning speed, grabbed Grant's arm, and smoothly executed a judo throw. His

movements were fierce, quick, and precise, moving like a bolt of

lightning, leaving a blur in his wake.

The place was packed, and the crowd, which had been roaring moments ago, fell silent in awe. The throw was swift and brutally effective, leaving many gasping in shock.

Chloe's heart clenched. Grant hit the

ground hard. The thud was

bone-jarring, resonating through the air. Connor was already upright, casting a cold, proud look down at

Grant.

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Grant met his gaze, his expression steady, save for a slight furrow in his brow. Then, a harsh cough brought blood to his lips.

Chloe's nerves went taut. She

rushed to Grant's side, helping him

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to his feet. "Grant, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with worry Coughing up blood was no joke it hinted at serious internal injuries.

Without sparing a glance at Connor, she supported Grant, saying, "I'm getting you to the hospital."

As they walked past Connor, Chloe shot him a look. What Connor saw in her eyes was pure reproach and disappointment.

Though Chloe said nothing, her gaze pierced him like a dagger. Connor clutched his chest, feeling a sharp ache. He coughed, a trickle of blood staining his lip.

Isaac, witnessing the scene, was alarmed. He dashed to Connor's side, supporting him, "Connor, you're hurt too?"