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    “Yeah! Me too!” Eloise added, her voice steady.

    Honestly, Eloise and Elliott weren’tpletely sure Christina would win. But in a ce where everyone was waiting to tear Christina down, they had to be the ones to back her, loud and clear.

    Elliott turned back to Thea. “What’s wrong? Scared to match me now?”

    Thea and her crew looked stiff. One hundred million? They couldn’t scrape that together if they sold everything they owned.

    “You? You really got that kind of money?” Thea taunted.

    Elliott stayed cool. “If you’re in, I’ll bring the cash. If I can’t, I’ll match whatever you put up. But if I can—and you can’t—you owe me the full amount. Deal?”

    All eyes locked on Thea, waiting for her decision. If the masked man couldn’te up with the cash, this was a golden opportunity—a free win. But if she couldn’t cover her side, it meant handing away money on a silver tter.

    “Fine!” Thea snapped, determination shing in her eyes. She gathered what she could from the Delgado siblings. Together, they barely scraped over thirty million—and most of that was hers.

    “You two useless fools, is that all you’ve got?” Thea barked, frustration simmering in her voice.

    Without missing a beat, Thea dialed her mother, who worked her connections and rounded up the rest—some of it borrowed, but secured nheless.

    “A hundred million. I’m betting on the Boxing King!” Thea dered, every word dripping with fierce confidence.

    Elliott replied coolly, “I’m backing Miss Jones.”

    Both mmed their bets down—one hundred million each.

    Thea’s irritation red hotter. He made it look effortless, while she had to scrape and scrounge for every single cent. And the worst part? Since he had the money to back his bet, she wouldn’t get to rake in a fortune off his defeat.

    The gathered crowd erupted in discussion.

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    “Whoa! He actually bet on that woman? If she beats the Boxing King, I’ll eat dirt—upside down!”

    “Could that woman be that mysterious female champ from back in the day? It has to be her! Who else would have the guts to challenge the Boxing King?”

    “But didn’t she vanish after that legendary fight? I heard rumors she was taken out—assassinated.”

    “Seriously? Why would someone kill her?”

    “Word is, she refused to y the game with some shady backers. They didn’t like her defiance, so they made her disappear.”

    “Such a damn shame. Woman or not, she was a beast—the fiercest female fighter anyone’s ever seen. She only rose to fame after taking down a brutal Super Champion.”

    Amid the murmur of spection, Christina and the Boxing King stepped into the ring.

    The Boxing King was a mountain of muscle, bronzed skin stretched over rippling power. One would believe he could punch a bull clean across the ring. In stark contrast, Christina looked far too slender, almost like a twig beside his massive frame. It seemed one solid hit from him could send her flying. That size difference only made the crowd more dismissive of Christina, betting on an easy victory for the Boxing King.

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