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Chapter 99
Ivor’s voice was sharp as he confronted them. “What are you doing here?”
Bonnie and Jim stood side by side, and Ivor’s gaze was filled with tension as he looked at them. “Why can’t I be here? Don’t you want me to be here?” he asked, his tone cold.
Bonnie quickly understood the source of his anger. Ivor had been displeased when she talked to Tim before, and he hadn’t been happy when she had gone to play chess with Heath either. Was he really worried she might be cheating on him?
In any case, she needed to explain everything clearly, or Ivor might cause more trouble.
“Don’t read too much into this,” Bonnie said, trying to calm the situation.
Ivor narrowed his eyes, still not convinced. “Alright. I won’t. But I do have some questions for you. How long have you known him? Why have I never heard about this? You told me you knew someone from Ms. Bonita’s research institute. Is that someone… Master Jim?”
Ivor’s questions were relentless. The more he got to know Bonnie, the more mysterious she seemed to him.
Bonnie nodded. “That’s right. He was the person I was talking about. I met him a few years ago, but I can’t remember exactly when.”
Ivor felt a little pleased by her honesty, though his curiosity wasn’t fully satisfied. “I’m curious. How did you meet him?”
Bonnie sighed, slightly overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. “What’s with all the questions? This is like a police interrogation.”
Ivor didn’t back down. “You can choose not to answer them,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers.
Bonnie knew that if she stayed silent, Ivor wouldn’t press her further, but he’d be upset and frustrated. She didn’t want to deal with that. “Alright, I’ll talk,” she relented. “I met him at an underground fight.”
Ivor’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve been to underground fights?” He hadn’t expected that.
Bonnie shrugged. “I used them to hone my combat skills when I had the time. There’s nothing surprising about that. I had an even match with Jim, and we became close friends after that. But I probably can’t keep up with him anymore.”
It wasn’t that Bonnie was worse at combat than Jim; she had just devoted herself more to her research recently. Combat had become something she did to break the monotony of her daily life.
Ivor, still skeptical, pressed on. “You might be close friends, but did he really have to take you back home in the dead of night? He’s Ms. Bonita’s bodyguard, after all.”
Bonnie saw where he was going with this. He was implying something more, but she didn’t want to escalate things. Before she could respond, Jim stepped forward.
“It’s really late, and she’s a woman. There’s no way I wouldn’t worry about her,” he said, his tone firm. “Anyway, she saved my life. It’s only right that I keep her safe.”
Ivor raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “She saved you? You’re way stronger than her. How did she pull that off?”
Jim took a deep breath and began to explain. “Back when I was still into underground fights, one of my opponents knew he couldn’t beat me in a fair match, so he got himself a set of brass knuckles and tried to sneak up on me. I ended up maiming him. After that, he tried to get revenge on me by poisoning my drink and leading me to a quiet place to ambush me. If Bonnie hadn’t happened to pass by and fend them off, I would have died a long time ago.”
Bonnie watched Ivor’s reaction, noting his stunned silence. The story Jim told sounded unbelievable, but she knew it was the truth.
Ivor’s expression softened just slightly, though the underlying tension still lingered. He hadn’t expected this side of Bonnie — a savior, rather than just a brilliant mind in research.
“You didn’t expect that, did you?” Jim asked, sensing the shift in Ivor’s demeanor.
Ivor looked away, still processing the revelation. “No… I didn’t.”
The weight of the situation hung in the air, but Bonnie felt a small sense of relief. She had explained herself — at least for now.