"Ever thought that guy would be such a creep, constantly harassing me? I just couldn't take it anymore and wanted to teach him a lesson," she said. But she never expected it to turn into a full-blown brawl. This is probably going to get messy now.

Lemira glanced at the wound: “Keep it dry for the next few days, and let’s get you a tetanus shot later, considering it was a rusty locker that cut you.”

Orion merely nodded. He couldn’t really feel the pain right now, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

The boxing coach returned: “Mr. Everhart, they’ve called the cops.”

“The nerve of them to call the cops!” Lemira stormed out in fury. This gym, located just off campus, had been the scene of numerous girls being harassed by that man. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

As Lemira left, Orion watched her charge out like a bull in a china shop, a slight smile on his face. She indeed had a strong sense of justice.

“Mr. Everhart, I apologize for my negligence in allowing you to get hurt,” the boxing coach said, his voice filled with respect but also tension.

Orion glanced at his wound and asked calmly, “Did you find out anything about that guy?”

“Hogan called me. The guy just got lucky and started a tech company, now worth a couple of million. Thinks he’s the big man because of it.”

To Orion, in Orvin, a couple of million dollars wasn’t even worth the price of one of his watches.

Orion’s gaze turned icy: “Call Hogan. Have him aggressively take over that company. I want that guy bankrupt by sunset tomorrow!”

“Understood. The police have also been informed, and with solid evidence against him as a repeat offender, they’ll make sure he pays.”

Only then did Orion stand and head outside. He saw Lemira giving that man a piece of her mind, full of righteous fury.

The creeper was getting a verbal lashing from Lemira, unable to utter a word in his defense, mainly because he’d lost several teeth and was in too much pain to speak clearly.

Orion walked over and handed Lemira a bottle of water. She turned to the police and stated, “I’ve told you the whole story. Just in time, too. She had been ranting so much she was practically parched. It was self-defense.”

“We’ve got a pretty clear picture of what happened here,” the officer responded.

And with that, they cuffed the creeper, who still had the audacity to shout, “Why are you arresting me? I’m the victim here! You know who I am? I’m rich!”

Hearing him get taken away gave Lemira a sense of satisfaction. Good riddance to such scum.

But the creeper’s cronies, a few other trainers, were still there. One of them, defiant, said, “Boss, how can you protect this woman? My male client is a rich man, and she, just a college girl, clearly had a motive to seduce him.”

Now that their client was taken away, his own profits were down the drain. A rich guy messing around with a few girls, what’s the big deal?

Orion’s expression darkened, a chill spreading around him. The boxing coach, sensing his anger, confronted the defiant trainer, “What nonsense are you spouting? You know exactly what kind of person your ‘rich’ client is. Just because we’re all men here doesn’t mean we share your twisted values.”

The gym owner, noticing Orion’s displeasure, said to the defiant trainer, “You and your buddies can go settle your wages at HR. I can’t employ people with such skewed morals.”

“If that’s how it is, I’m out. I didn’t want to stay anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s just a consensual thing. Why act all high and mighty?” 10:59

As that trainer left, he sneered at Orion, “Don’t get fooled by this college girl. Who knows how many guys she’s messed with in the dark.” Oren’s response was swift and cold, kicking the trainer’s belongings aside, his gaze icy. “Apologize!”