The Windrider Club
In the boxing ring, the man who had been beaten took off his gloves and tentatively cupped his hand over his nose.
The slightest touch made him cry out in pain, while his companion was shouting for the manager.
"Are all your club's employees like this?"
"Don't you know the customer is always right? She was way too heavy-handed."
Ryder Sharp glanced at the manager beside him. The manager had no choice but to sigh and go deal with it.
As for Ryder Sharp, he just stood in a corner, watching.
He didn't step in directly.
Meanwhile, Sydney Sawyer had pulled Lauren Brooks through the crowd to the foot of the boxing ring.
Sylvie Lockwood had one hand on a corner post of the ring and the other resting casually on the ropes. She leaned down to speak to them. "What are you doing here?"
"I came with my brother. He's over there." Sydney Sawyer gestured with her eyes toward Ryder Sharp's position.
Sylvie Lockwood looked over—
