All eyes followed the sound.
Ryder Sharp had straightened up and was walking toward the boxing ring, dressed in a suit with his tie neatly knotted.
The ring was elevated, but as his gaze swept over them, it was light and nonchalant, yet his eyes held an indescribable pressure, as if he were looking down on the group from a great height.
Even though he was below them, his aura alone was enough to overpower them.
Aloof and solitary, a king in his own right.
The group of men clearly recognized him. The moment they saw him, they instantly lost their nerve.
Sydney Sawyer thought her brother's words were unbelievably cool.
Lauren Brooks, on the other hand, was even more excited. She grabbed Sydney Sawyer's arm, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a hushed voice.
"Syd, what am I going to do? Your brother is handsome, too!"
"Oh my god, what was that about 'the person I spoiled'? So domineering, so arrogant, isn't he?"
"In my eyes, he's like ten feet tall right now!"
