As Andrew looked up toward the upper bleachers, a figure cloaked in black with hands tucked inside wide sleeves gazed back down at him.

Walter's eyes were expressionless, like a still, bottomless lake. He had not come today to interfere but was simply here to witness Andrew's sudden and brutal downfall.

Andrew had no idea what kind of venom Walter harbored in his heart. Even if he knew, he would not have cared.

He climbed up into the ring, shrugging off his jacket to loosen up before the fight.

Lauren stepped forward, caught his coat, and gave him a fist bump. "You got this, honey!"

Andrew grinned. "Don't worry."

Joe remained expressionless, but the slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed the storm brewing inside him.

"She even calls you 'honey'. So, you two are already that close?" His voice was cold.

Andrew chuckled. "Mr. Driscoll, have you ever even been in a relationship?"

Joe snapped, "Answer me. Otherwise, I might not be able to hold back later."

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