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Chapter 38
Honnte watched Jim, who was warming up, and remarked, “If I went up against him, I’d only stand a slim chance of winning.” Her words left Ivor momentarily stunned.
“Begin!” Alfred called out, stepping in as the referee for the fight. Floyd lunged at Jim, and the two immediately engaged, exchanging rapid blows. The display was a stunning spectacle of skill and power, mesmerizing everyone watching.
Ivor, now fully invested, couldn’t help but think back to Bonnie’s words. “She was right. He’s definitely strong.”
Bonnie remained silent, her eyes sharp as she observed. Jim, however, wasn’t fighting at full strength. He was deliberately holding back to conceal his true identity. If he’d fought without restraint, Floyd would’ve been knocked out within moments.
The battle raged on for five minutes, gusts of wind swirling as their fists collided with intense force. Both combatants stepped back, briefly catching their breath.
“Wonderful! You fought well! I like you!” Floyd exclaimed, clapping Jim on the shoulder. His grin suggested that he thought they were evenly matched fighters who shared mutual respect.
Jim shot a sideways glance at Floyd’s hand resting on his shoulder. He could’ve easily thrown Floyd over his shoulder out of pure instinct, but he restrained himself—for Bonnie’s sake.
Floyd, still grinning, couldn’t help but add, “The way you fought reminded me so much of Mr. Jim. Are you a fan of his as well?”
Jim raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’re a fan?”
Floyd’s excitement was palpable. “Of course! I’ve watched every match of his. They were exhilarating! My only wish in life is to spar with him, get some pointers. If that happens, I’ll die a happy man!”
Jim’s patience was thinning. Bonnie, trying to suppress her amusement, was struggling not to burst into laughter.
“That’s enough, Floyd,” Ivor said lightly, clearly not wanting to entertain the conversation any longer.
Floyd, now slightly embarrassed, straightened up. “Understood, sir. Sorry, I lose my composure whenever I talk about Mr. Jim.”
Ivor turned his attention to Bonnie, his expression shifting to something more serious. “It hasn’t been safe recently. You should pick some of these men to be your bodyguards.”
Bonnie raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Do you think I need bodyguards?”
Ivor’s gaze involuntarily flickered to her hands. They were soft, delicate, almost fragile-looking. Despite knowing how well she could fight, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed protection. His thoughts were racing, wondering how he could convince her to accept the bodyguards.
Bonnie, sensing his concern, shrugged lightly. “I might have been trained in combat, but I could slip up sometimes. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to back me up. I’ll pick one of them.”
Ivor nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Bonnie pointed directly at Jim. “He’ll do.” She chose him not only for his abilities but to help him maintain his cover.
Just as Ivor began to walk away, he leaned in close to Bonnie, his voice dropping to a low, almost menacing whisper in her ear. “What is it? Is he your type? Do you like him?”