Chapter 16

This guy seemed to be a regular in underground fighting rings.

"Don't feel sorry for them. This is how they make a living. The winner gets a nice prize," Virio said to me, tilting his chin to signal me to keep watching.

"Only the winner gets the prize money. What about the loser?" I couldn't help but ask Virio beside me.

Today when Virio brought me here, I suddenly realized my life before had been pretty sheltered.

If nothing had happened to my family, I probably would have grown up innocent and naive like that.

Killian groomed me and brought me into a bigger circle.

This circle had many undercurrents, many places that could corrupt people.

But publicly, Killian also needed to maintain his gentlemanly, hypocritical facade, so he wouldn't actually push me into any real danger.

Hamilton was my first test.

Or maybe it was because Killian had finally run out of patience with me, and Hamilton was his biggest opportunity.

Thinking of this, a sarcastic smile tugged at my lips.

I heard Virio beside me say, "The loser gets nothing."

I looked up in surprise. "Nothing at all? Then won't they have to fight to the death?"

If only the winner got prize money, the other side definitely wouldn't accept being trampled underfoot like that.

When I said this, Virio didn't respond, but from his eyes I understood it was a silent confirmation.

I covered my mouth.

So this was what a real underground fight club was like.

All my previous imaginings seemed inadequate for this moment.

But the more I experienced the cruelty of this environment, the more determined I became.

I had to hold tight to the man beside me.

Right now, Virio was the only person I could rely on in this dark world.

Thinking this, my mind wavered uncertainly.

Until suddenly a huge force pushed me from behind.

When I turned around in panic, I had already fallen into Virio's arms.

Someone behind me had rushed past without noticing they'd pushed everyone.

A few curses came from nearby.

Everyone was here to watch the match, so they didn't pay much attention to this person.

After a round of cursing, the atmosphere returned to its previous excitement.

I saw the hands at my waist and couldn't help looking up to find Virio still holding me.

Compared to my distraction, Virio was staring at the two fighters, watching with great interest.

I couldn't help thinking that perhaps this was the survival rule of Virio's world.

He had grown up in a world like this.

And to him, I was probably just one of countless women.

Virio's hands tightened around my waist.

Before I could react, I suddenly heard him lower his voice and say, almost biting my earlobe, "Why are you so thin?"

When he said this, I actually found it a bit funny.

Which heiress in this circle wasn't thin?

While also having curves in all the right places.

The next second, Virio's fingers rubbed against my dress, and he said, "But last time I saw you, your figure was pretty good."

Compared to his previous comment, this made my heart flutter a bit.

I admit that night with Virio had left quite an impression on me.

So much so that afterward, I would think about it from time to time...

Not to mention now that he was right beside me.

Virio's entire presence was very aggressive.

So when he said this, I suddenly turned to face him and took the initiative to hook my arms around his neck.

I turned in Virio's arms, looking at him seductively, and replied, "Then Mr. Soren, when would you like to see again?"

By the time we were kissing and rolling onto the bed, what flashed through my mind was everything from the underground fight club earlier.

In the end, one man was beaten so badly he could barely get up, lying on the ground while his opponent kept punching him in the face.

The man's face was almost unrecognizable, covered in blood.

Compared to the boxing I'd seen before, this match was more like the most primitive violent brawl.

No one held back.

Everyone around was cheering relentlessly, desperately wanting to see someone dragged off the stage.

In the form of a corpse.

The winner would continue fighting until he became the next loser.

Who was the real winner?

As Virio's hand slipped under my skirt, this question floated vaguely through my mind.

But I didn't know how to describe my feelings at this moment, so I could only hold him tighter.

I was like a dodder flower in a storm, only able to survive by depending on Virio, at least on the surface.

By the time Virio's hands had explored my entire body, my clothes had long since disappeared.

I lay beneath him, my eyes following him, moaning seductively.

The sight before him and my words deeply stimulated Virio.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing the tattoo on his chest again.

The man before me was all I had to rely on going forward.

I couldn't help but arch my body to meet his advance.

The next second, Virio grabbed my hand, gripped my waist, and flipped me over.

I sat on top of him, the positions suddenly reversed, looking down at him from above.

The rhythm of our bodies made us both cry out.

Virio said emotionally, "You know what, Elvira? You're better than you think you are."

What aspect did "better" refer to? I didn't know.

Maybe because he'd been with so many women, he had clear comparisons.

I didn't want to think about that.

I grabbed his hand, bracing myself on his abs, feeling his firm, powerful muscles throughout his body.

Right now his whole body was engorged.

After a while, Virio seemed unsatisfied with just a taste, gripped my waist, and thrust upward as I moved.

I cried out and collapsed on his chest, only to be pulled back up moments later.

When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was that I hadn't reported my whereabouts to Killian last night.

Virio was sitting beside me getting dressed. Seeing my panicked look, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I already told them."

He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

He left a comment in my ear before leaving.

That morning, Charles drove me home.

But after last night's passion, my guard hadn't dropped.

I had to build up my own power.

Just like Charles.

No matter what happened, he always stood by Virio's side to solve problems for him.

I had to find my own confidant.

That day, following Charles's instructions, I finally made it to the company.

Although Killian was unhappy about me coming to the office, driven by this project and business deal, he had no choice but to allow it.