Deep Love On the Way

Chapter 11 Horrible

　　"Lucy?"

　　Alexander hadn't heard her voice for a while, and it made him uneasy for some reason.

　　Why would she tell him to take care of himself? Where the hell was she going?

　　And that last sentence... it sounded way too much like a goodbye.

　　That thought alone had him on edge.

　　"Sir, we're almost up."

　　At the back of the venue, his assistant leaned in and quietly reminded the clearly distracted Alexander, who was staring blankly at his phone.

　　This was a massive deal worth billions, and while things were pretty much settled, formalities still had to be followed.

　　But Alexander didn't move toward the stage. Instead, he turned and headed straight for the exit.

　　Nobody expected him to just walk out—not at a moment like this. It was basically like pulling out of the bid on the spot.

　　"Find out where Lucy is. Now!"

　　Even while issuing the order, Alexander didn't hang up the phone, his face dark as he stared at the screen.

　　Lucy, what the hell are you doing?

　　Whatever game you're playing... fine.

　　You win.

　　But the other end remained dead silent.

　　Less than thirty minutes later, his assistant rushed into the office, out of breath.

　　"She's at the underground fight ring!"

　　"What?!" Alexander shot up from his seat, eyes wide. "What's she doing there?"

　　"She's in the ring. Fighting. Against Black Card."

　　Alexander looked stunned. She was street fighting?

　　That place was filled with lowlifes who played dirty just to survive the match. Everybody knew those fights were brutal.

　　He'd always found that scene disgusting.

　　"What are her chances?"

　　The assistant hesitated and shook his head, "Almost none."

　　The look of composure collapsed instantly from Alexander's face, replaced with raw fear and anxiety.

　　She's lost her damn mind.

　　Fighting in a place like that?

　　Is she trying to die?

　　Without wasting another second, he bolted for the underground arena, his face pale.

　　But by the time he arrived, the match was long over. The place was almost empty, only a few workers cleaning up the mess.

　　In the middle of the ring, a dark bloodstain spread across the floor.

　　Fear gripped him like a vice. For a second, everything around him went white.

　　"Where is Lucy?!" he yelled as he ran up, voice laced with panic.

　　One of the older workers glanced at him, sighed, and said, "You mean the one who got destroyed? Yeah… all this blood? Hers."

　　"Where is she?! Where did she go?!" Alexander roared, missing the fact that his eyes had started tearing up.

　　"Manager took her to the back," the man said, pointing toward a hallway.

　　The thought of her being seriously hurt hit Alexander like a freight train.

　　He didn't even care that he used to hate her more than anyone in the world... the woman who left him for money.

　　Lucy.

　　You better stay alive.

　　I won't let you die on me.

　　Without a second to spare, he ran down the hall—only to be stopped by another man.

　　"Out of my way!" Alexander barked, grabbing the guy by his collar.

　　Neil, already emotionally wrecked, snapped and caught Alexander's fist mid-air.

　　"You're the one who needs to back off! As the manager of this arena, I'm ordering you to leave. Now."

　　His voice was ice-cold and full of hostility.

　　Things were about to explode, fists ready to fly—until the door opened.

　　An older man in a lab coat stepped out, his expression full of regret.

　　"I'm sorry. I did everything I could."