Chapter 211


    Dinner ended, and Cam sent Parker off in his car.


    The driver arrived promptly, b


    ut just as the driver was about to get in, Cam had already gracefully seated herself in the


    passenger seat.


    n looked at her helplessly before opening the door to the back seat.


    The ride was silent.


    Cam gazed out the window, lost in the rapidly passing scenery.


    Connor also quietly turned his head, his eyes following the samendscape that filled their views.


    The driver nced in the rearview mirror, meeting n''s gaze, both men shaking their heads in


    silent agreement.


    Upon arriving at Cedarhill Estate.


    Cam unbuckled her seatbelt and politely smiled at the three in the car, saying, "Good night."


    "Good night," n replied, ncing at Connor, who appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.


    As the car door closed, Connor slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on Cam as she walked


    away, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.


    Connor instructed the driver, "Head to the boxing gym."


    The driver nodded, and the car started moving.


    They arrived at the gym.


    Connor and n entered one after another, immediately catching the gym owner''s attention.


    The owner saw Connor, and a spark of excitement shed in his eyes as he abandoned what he


    was doing. He greeted him warmly, "Mr. Connor, you''re here! Fancy a workout today?" His voice


    was booming and enthusiastic.


    Connor nodded slightly in response.


    His gaze cut through the crowd, fixating on the boxing ring.


    He strode towards it, long-legged and determined.


    Connor didn’t change his attire. He took off his shoes and socks, unstrapped his watch, and tossed


    his suit jacket to n.


    He loosened a few buttons of his shirt, rolled up the sleeves, donned the boxing gloves, and


    stepped into the ring.


    "Set up a sparring match," n told the gym owner, knowing Connor was here to vent his


    frustrations.


    "Alright, Ted, you’re up," the gym owner called out.


    Ted, bulky and clearly skilled, limbered up and climbed into the ring.


    The gym was busy with evening patrons.


    Men cheered as they watched their coach engage in realbat, while women clustered around


    the ring and ogled Connor’s physique and handsome features.


    As the referee’s whistle blew, the match began.


    Connorunched a fierce attack,nding a heavy punch on Ted’s face.


    His punches were fast and powerful, quickly pushing Ted back several steps.


    The crowd gasped in awe at Connor’s strength and... good looks.


    "Is he a professional?" someone asked.


    "I don’t know, but it’s thrilling!"


    "That guy in the shirt is so hot."


    Ted, initially thinking this was just a yful spar, quickly realized the seriousness of Connor’s skills


    and adjusted his approach,unching a counterattack.


    Their fists collided mid-air with crisp impacts.


    Connor held his own, each punch heavy with the intent to vent.


    As the bout neared its end, Connor seemed to grow more exhrated with each punch he threw.


    In contrast, Ted was visibly struggling. His punches were apanied by heavy breaths.


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    Eventually,


    under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the referee dered Connor the winner.


    He stood in the ring, his chest heaving dramatically and sweat cascading down his forehead,


    soaking his shirt and outlining his muscr torso.


    "Holy crap! The coach lost!" a student eximed in disbelief.


    Hearing this, the gym owner quickly exined, "Mr. Connor has been boxing for many years, so his


    skills areparable to a professional. Ted is also skilled, but facing someone like Mr. Connor and


    losing the match is reasonable."