Chapter 478

Sidney shook his head and sighed. He thought, “Why bother?” However, through the rearview mirror, he saw Grelle quickly hail a car and follow him. Sidney initially wanted to say something, but on second thought, he felt he couldn't stop her. Moreover, it made no difference whether she followed or not; even if she reached the arena, she wouldn't be able to enter. Sidney retracted his gaze with a calm expression.

The black Bugatti sped toward the suburbs, over two hours from Lovell City. The car finally stopped. The open-air arena was directly in front of it; a faint commotion emanated from within.

Richard, with his slender legs, exited the car. He exuded a dignified and powerful aura that commanded respect.

“Mr. Hampton, I am so honored to have you as my guest today!” Nigel Schultz, the arena's owner, immediately stepped forward, bowing obsequiously. “Mr. Hampton, this way.”

Under the bright sun, Richard walked steadily, surrounded by a group of people. His footsteps were calm, his aura cold and noble—he was like an emperor.

Not far away, Grelle exited her car. She hurriedly paid the driver and attempted to chase after Richard. Unexpectedly, before she could get close, arena bodyguards stopped her.

“Let me in!” she demanded.

“This isn’t a place for just anyone,” a bodyguard replied. “Get lost.”

“I’m here for someone…” Grelle pleaded.

“That won’t do.”

Despite Grelle's pleas, the bodyguards refused entry. Although the arena was remotely located, most of the audience were important figures; the bodyguards only allowed ordinary people inside. A bodyguard repeated, “Get lost.”

Grelle gritted her teeth and reluctantly retreated. Richard had already walked far away; she couldn't even see his back. Grelle bit her lip, feeling wronged. She thought, “Am I unable to be with him for the rest of my life?” Her tears fell to the ground.

Grelle was dejected and about to leave with a desolate expression when she overheard some bodyguards murmuring, “I didn’t expect Nigel to act so humbly. He’s usually so arrogant!”

“That’s Mr. Hampton!” another bodyguard said. “Forget Nigel; everyone has to act humbly in front of him! Whoever dares to challenge him is courting death!”

“Exactly,” another person agreed.

Grelle suddenly raised her head. The desolate expression on her tear-stained face gradually disappeared, replaced by strong determination. She thought, “Since I want to marry the most powerful man, I cannot easily give up!”

Grelle wiped her tears and looked around, seeking a way to avoid the bodyguards and sneak in.

Inside the arena, a kickboxing match was underway. The displayed numbers indicated the bet for this fight had reached $2.4 million. Tiffany leaned against the guardrail, her posture nonchalant, as if uninterested in her surroundings.

“Hey,” she called out.

Felix, however, remained seated and unresponsive. Tiffany sat down in front of him and asked directly, “Didn’t you say you have something to tell me about Richard? Now’s the time!”

“Soon,” Felix replied with a half-smile. On the way to the arena, she had been unable to pry any information from him.

Tiffany sneered and stood to leave.

Then, Felix said, “I opened the Treasure Box and saw something crazy.”

“What did you see?” Tiffany turned, her voice sharp. “Is it about Richard?” (It was rumored the Treasure Box could reveal people's deepest secrets.)

This time, Felix didn’t keep her in suspense and readily nodded. “Yes.” He leaned closer and whispered, “I saw something happen to Richard. He died an unnatural death.”

This shocked Tiffany. “I don’t believe it!” she exclaimed. She thought, How is it possible for someone as strong as Richard to die like that?

Felix continued, “If you don’t believe me, I can let you open the Treasure Box and see for yourself. I can also tell you the time and place so you can help him avoid this calamity. However, I have a condition.”

“What condition?” Tiffany’s face was filled with vigilance.

Felix leaned in again and whispered, “There’s a group match later. I want you to help me win.”

“Is it that simple?” she asked.

“Simple as that.”

“Then I hope you keep your word,” Tiffany said, looking away and frowning. Whether Felix was telling the truth or not, she had to try.

At that moment, a commotion arose below, as if a VIP had arrived. Tiffany showed no interest. Felix swirled the wine in his glass; the bright red was almost demonic. A devilish grin curved his lips. “Here we go.”

Tiffany looked up, sensing something was wrong. She saw a tall figure walking slowly toward them, his pitch-black eyes cold and deep. Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat; she was completely unprepared. She thought, Why is Richard here?

Before she could react, Richard strode toward her. “Didn’t you say you were at school?” he asked. His tall figure enveloped her; his eyes were deep and filled with extreme danger.

Tiffany opened her mouth to explain when Felix placed a hand on her shoulder, his posture intimate, his smile evil. “Mr. Hampton, what can I do for you?” he asked.

Richard looked down at Felix’s hand on Tiffany’s shoulder and sneered. His expression changed; his body became cold, radiating a terrifying aura. In an instant, a murderous aura erupted, causing everyone to freeze.

Richard threw a punch. The powerful fist carried a strong wind. Even though Felix was prepared, he was forced to retreat. The sound of breaking bones followed. Everything happened too quickly; no one saw how Richard attacked, only Felix’s hand, which had just touched Tiffany, falling broken. This demonstrated Richard’s power and anger.

Everyone was dumbfounded, shocked by Richard’s strength and swift action.