Chapter 1084:
Pierre replied, his hoarse voice laced with a faint, lingering tone of false respect, “Mr. Hampton, please, be clear.”
Corey gestured toward the piano where Gemma played. “That piano costs thirty thousand a day to rent. Do you think that’s expensive?”
Pierre didn’t blink. His eyes remained fixed on Gemma, reflecting her image like a fragile masterpiece. “No.” In truth, he believed she deserved even more.
Corey, however, was relentless. His next words landed with the weight of a hammer. “If it’s not expensive, then buy it for her. Gather four million in three days and come find me. That’s the price for winning her back.”
Pierre had a decent salary and savings, but he had already lent all of it to Talia.noveldrama
Owing to a past debt to Talia, Pierre felt compelled to assist her in her struggles. The money he provided was just enough to help her settle her debts, leave the Moore family, and divorce Nichol. As a result, Pierre had no plans to ask for the money back.
It took only a few seconds for Pierre to agree to Corey’s proposal.
At that moment, Gemma was performing on stage. Unable to pull himself away, Pierre stayed until her performance concluded before he stood to leave. From the stage, Gemma spotted Pierre vanishing just as the curtains closed. She was left in shock. A wave of sadness washed over her heart. Corey appeared before her, obstructing her view. “Don’t shed tears over a man,” he said.
Gemma’s eyes welled up, but she fought hard to suppress her tears.
Pierre understood that making quick money required taking significant risks. His options were stark: commit a crime or risk his life. Thus, he wore his boxing gloves once more and made his way to the underground boxing ring.
The venue was overflowing with the wealthy, featuring not only the ring but also a casino. Pierre signed a high-stakes, risky contract and entered the ring without hesitation.
Standing tall and muscular, Pierre used his skills to his advantage. After two days of intense fighting, he claimed the top prize, though not without sustaining serious injuries that nearly cost him his life.
Without allowing himself a moment to recover, Pierre approached the arena’s owner to claim his prize.
The owner, a striking woman with vivid red lips, flung a bag of cash at him silently. Her admiration for Pierre’s skills was matched by her interest in his appearance. “Is four million enough?” she asked, her voice playful as she blew smoke in his face. “Next time you’re low on cash, forget about boxing. It’s not good for you. Just come to me. If you keep me happy, I’ll give you anything you need.”
Pierre ignored her, turning away without a word.
The arena was crowded.
Covered in blood and radiating heat from his muscular physique, Pierre’s formidable presence made people clear a path for him. His mind was set on returning to see Corey.
As Pierre exited the gate, he witnessed two security guards roughly dragging an elderly man and throwing him to the ground.
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