Ryder Sharp lowered his gaze, then shot him another glance.
"Compete with me fairly?"
"Kingsley Jennings, you lost that right a long time ago!"
His voice was cold and desolate, but his tone was wildly arrogant.
Kingsley Jennings's pupils trembled slightly. He stared intently at Ryder Sharp, as if trying to find a clue—or any trace of a deceptive performance—on his face. But he failed.
Ryder Sharp's expression was, as always, flawless.
'The manager was going crazy with joy.'
'They're together?'
'Holy shit! That's our Sharp for you, always making big moves on the down-low!'
'I can finally give them the wedding money I've been saving for years!'
He stared intently at the boxing ring, not daring to make a single sound for fear of missing any of the drama.
Because of this, the manager was completely unaware of someone quietly approaching from behind.
