Chapter 69

But he wasn't going to let it end like this.

No way.

He stepped forward and turned to the crowd, raising his voice to pull everyone's attention back.

"Don't think this is over!"

Murmurs spread like wildfire. All eyes snapped to Stanwell, who now climbed onto the small platform used earlier by the auctioneers.

"You all know me," he shouted. "I'm not just some loudmouth with cash. I'm Ravenmoor's top-ranked boxer! No one's beaten me in my entire career. And if I'm going to lose that kind of money, I want a real fight for it."

He pointed straight at Jaden.

"And just to make it fair-three days. A public match. Me versus him. No lawyers. No auctions. Just fists!"

Gasps rippled through the hall.

"Whoever wins takes a hundred million! You've got three days to get ready, Jaden. Don't chicken out now."

Stanwell grinned, chest puffed out again.

"This time, let's see how well you do without someone stepping in to rescue you!"

The crowd went wild.

"That man is dead meat!"

"Stanwell's gonna fold him in two!"

"Hope he has health insurance!"

"He better start writing his will!"

"He should just apologize and Mr. Stanwell might forgive him."

Phones were already out, recording everything. The room was buzzing like a stadium.

But Jaden?

He just yawned.

Then walked slowly toward the platform-calm, steady.

Hannah caught up and grabbed his arm. "Jaden, no-don't accept this. You already got what you came for." Hannah was more worried, although she knew Jaden could fight. But against Stanwell is an entre different case.

He looked at her.

"This isn't necessary," she said again, her voice lower now, almost

pleading. "He's u

Strying to drag you

into his world. Don't stoop tochis

зим

level." .

Jaden held her gaze for a second... then smiled faintly.

"He stepped into mine first."

He gently pulled his arm away, walked past her, and climbed up beside Stanwell. This content belongs to findnovel.net

Without saying a word, he took the mic from his hand and leaned in.

"I accept."

He handed the mic back like he was returning a pen—no drama, no fuss.

Then turned and stepped off the stage like it was just another errand checked off his list.

The crowd exploded again.

Some cheering. Others laughing like Jaden just signed his own death certificate.

"Pack him a body bag!"

"Stanwell's gonna break his ribs!"

"He won't last one round!"

Stanwell stood on the stage, chest rising and falling, fists clenched tight.

He was going to get his money back.

And this time, it'd be on his turf.

"I can't wait to crush your ego, enjoy the remaining seventy two hours teft of you to live." Stanwell said as he dropped the mic on the floor and left, clenching his fist

His entire savings is now in Jaden's hands and his father would kill him if he found

out he just casually lost 100 million.

although he's a world class boxer, he doesn't get enough money his extravagant lifestyle is sponsored by his father's wealth.