News of Oliver carrying me away at the party spread quickly, causing a stir among the club members.

Gossips and whispers followed me wherever I went, making it uncomfortable for me to work in the club.

In order to avoid trouble, I made a conscious effort to meet Oliver. However, Lamia had other plans.

One day, while I was providing physical therapy to someone, Lamia removed her boxing gloves and tossed them to me.

"Ms. Caldwell, can you box?" she asked.

I was stunned, uncertain of Lamia's intentions.

Others in the room seemed to understand her intent and chimed in, "Ms. Caldwell studied boxing, so she must have some basic skills. Why not have a friendly match?"

Lamia was a professional boxer. Accepting her invitation would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

Just as I was about to decline, Lamia calmly interjected, "It's just a friendly match. Please don't think too badly of me, Ms. Caldwell."

I forced a laugh and replied, "No, I'm simply worried that you won't enjoy it. Perhaps you could play with Emery instead?"

"I won't go too hard," she said, seeming to be sure of victory. Her demeanor suggested she wouldn't accept any refusal.

The others immediately started encouraging us, eagerly waiting for the fun.

Caught in a dilemma, I furrowed my brow

It seemed that accepting this match was my only option.

I put on boxing gloves and cautiously defended against Lamia's powerful strikes..

Once she stepped into the ring, Lamia transformed into a different person, exuding aggression that contradicted her earlier seemingly polite comment about not going too hard on me.

I found myself continuously pushed back, drenched in sweat within moments.

"Ms. Caldwell, I heard that you're a good flirt. Even with a sugar daddy, you still try to seduce Oliver. Others might think highly of you, but you're just a seductress," Lamia taunted.

Lamia's words made me furious. Just as I was about to fight back, a left hook from Lamia sent me crashing to the ground.

Despite the protective gear, the impact rattled my head.

Shielding my face with my arms, I tried to defend myself, but Lamia took advantage of it to land more hits.

Although I lacked practical experience, I had already learned a lot of boxing skills from my previous nursing work with Oliver.

So, while Lamia momentarily let her guard down, I quickly rolled to the side and punched her.

However, before my fist could connect, she covered her face and let out a loud scream.

Confusion overwhelmed me as Lamia accused me of being excessively cruel and disregarding our colleague's friendship.

"Ms. Caldwell, is it because Oliver chose me that you treated me so mercilessly? I was foolish enough to consider her a friend, but I didn't expect I would annoy you."

"Are you serious? I didn't..." I attempted to protest, but before I could finish my sentence, I saw Oliver rush into the ring, holding Lamia, who lay on the ground.

I naturally bit back my words.

I didn't know when Oliver had arrived or how much of the match he had seen.

However, seeing Oliver's concerned expression as he asked Lamia if she was in pain, I knew everything was meaningless.

Lamia nestled into Oliver's arms, quietly sobbing, and I was like the other woman watching this farce.

It sickened me, not only their actions but also my own involvement in this farce.

I sat in the room for a while, left unnoticed by anyone asking if I felt dizzy or if my face hurt.

Everyone was outside, surrounding Lamia.

It became apparent that this was precisely her intention. She aimed to leave him out there to twist in the wind and destroy my reputation.

Feeling weary, I gazed up at the ceiling when suddenly my phone rang.

[Meet at the usual place at 7 o'clock tonight].

It seemed that Caesar was already aware of my encounter with Oliver.

Silently, I replied: [Okay]. I then pushed aside my muddled emotions, gathered my clothes, and headed to take a shower.

The hot water stung slightly as it cascaded over my face, but I paid little attention to the wound. My mind was preoccupied with strategizing how to evade Caesar's questions.

In the midst of washing up, I faintly heard rustling sounds coming from outside the door, but I couldn't discern who it was.

However, upon returning to the room after my shower, I noticed a box of anti-inflammatory medicine placed on the bench, accompanied only by my phone.

I clearly remember my phone being stored in my backpack.

Caution consumed me as I surveyed the room, but there was no one in sight, and it appeared as though no one had been there before.