Chapter 212


    He spoke, subtly dabbing at the beads of sweat on his forehead, silently praying that the students


    wouldn’t drop out because of the oue of the match.


    A female spectator excitedly shouted, “That man is so handsome! His drenched hair and wet shirt


    really show off his chest muscles. So sexy!”


    Herment immediately resonated with the other female spectators, who began to buzz about


    Connor''s attractiveness and allure.


    Connor, however, didn’t catch any of theirments.


    n grabbed a towel and a bottle of water and ran up to the boxing ring to hand them to him.


    He wiped his sweat and took severalrge gulps of water.


    “Next!” he panted.


    The gym owner told an assistant nearby, “Set it up right away.”


    Under n’s rational and emotional persuasion, Connor finally put on his protective gear.


    He fought several bouts in a row.


    He was like an enraged beast, throwing punches wildly without any technique.


    Connor''s sparring partners couldn’t withstand his reckless style; no matter how well they defended,


    they still took quite a few hits.


    Outside the ring, the gym owner wondered if Mr. Connor had been struck by some personal


    dilemma.


    n pondered and decided to make a call.


    ***


    Cam was sleeping soundly when the incessant ringing of the phone woke her.


    Annoyed by the shrill sound, she frowned slightly and reached for the phone on her nightstand.


    n’s calm voice came through, “Cam, sorry to disturb you.”


    His voice was like a ssh of cold water, making Cam instantly more alert.


    She rubbed her eyes, her tone tinged with anxiety. “n, what’s wrong?”


    “Cane to the boxing gym?” n’s voice carried a note of concern.


    Cam was startled, sitting up quickly in bed. “What’s happened?”


    “Mr. Connor has been in the boxing ring for several hours now, and he refuses to step down. I’m


    worried about his endurance,” n reported truthfully.


    A sense of urgency struck Cam.


    Without a second thought, she quickly got dressed in casual loungewear, tied her hair up simply,


    and hurried downstairs.


    The security guard at the door saw her rushing out sote and couldn’t help asking, “Ms. Cam,


    are you going out thiste?”


    “Yes, it’s urgent,” Cam replied briefly, ncing at the time—it was 1:18 AM.


    Her anxiety deepened.


    A few minutester, the driver arrived, and she immediately opened the car door and got in.


    Twenty minutester, she


    arrived at the boxing gym and ran upstairs.


    When she pushed open therge doors of the gym, she immediately saw Connor.


    He was in the boxing ring, exchanging blows with his opponent, looking exhausted. Sweat was


    dripping from his forehead, and his ck shirt was already soaked.


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    Cam rushed to n’s side, her eyes full of worry, and asked breathlessly, “What happened to


    him?”


    n shook his head.


    Connor hadn’t noticed Cam’s arrival and was still immersed in his own world.


    He was visibly exhausted, having been hit several times already.


    “Stop him from fighting,” Cam said urgently to the referee, who looked at her and then at n.


    n nodded in confirmation


    , and the referee blew the whistle.


    Connorpletely ignored the whistle and didn’t stop at all.


    He was hit hard in the face by his opponent’s punch.


    It was hard to tell if it was sweat or blood that sttered.


    Cam screamed in fright.


    “Connor!”