Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 887 It Must Be Lovesickness The building had this super tight entrance, leading down to the biggest and baddest underground fight club in all of Vistalia.

The deals here were shady as hell. Almost every day, someone bit the dust in the arena, but the cash you could rake in from just an hour on stage was more than what you'd make in a lifetoutside. The arena had seven underground levels. The top four were for all sorts of sketchy deals, while the bottom three were where folks put their lives on the line.

Each level was massive and known as a no-rules zone in Vistalia.

Nobody dared to mess with anyone here. Even the top assassins had to chill out once they stepped inside.

Here, you could rock a mask or not; it was totally up to you.

Since he got in, Raymond had been strolling through a special passage and then stopped in a room.

This room had a killer view of the fights below. Right now, a dude and a rabid wolf were going at it in their final showdown.

In front of him was this huge one-way glass window, and the biggest electronic screen in the arena showed the fight countdown. On either side of the screen, the cash bet on each side was displayed.

Twenty billion bucks were riding on the guy winning, while two hundred billion were on the wolf.

This kind of crazy cash flow for just one fight showed how nuts the money gwas in this underground fight club every day. Helen walked in all graceful and handed him a cup of tea.

Raymond didn't take it; he just kept his eyes on the fight below.

Back in the day, when he was in Vistalia, he'd sometimes chere and chill for an entire afternoon. Helen then brought a bunch of grapes and peeled one with her fingertips.

"Raymond," she called out, bringing the grape to his mouth.

Raymond said coldly, "Helen, I don't want to eat." Helen asked, "What's up? Showing up here out of the blue, don't you wanna be the CEO of the Montague Group?" Her tone made it clear she didn't give a damn about the Montague Group.

Raymond said, "No." Helen popped the grape into her own mouth and licked the juice off her fingers. "Then it must be lovesickness." Raymond stayed silent, eyes glued to the fight below.

The guy was already losing, while the wolf stayed savage. The crowd outside was going wild, like skind of primal hell.

Each floor had a room like this, offering a killer view of the arena, set up for the owner of the fight club. Raymond was just about to head down and join the action when Helen suddenly tried to kiss him.

He quickly turned his head, and her kiss landed on his cheek. His face darkened, eyes blazing with anger. Helen covered her face with a fan, giving a wickedly seductive smile, "So resistant, seems like you really have someone you like. Wanna play today? In a bad mood?" Raymond grabbed a tissue and wiped the lipstick off his cheek, looking stiff as a board.

He dropped his gaze and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, showing off his rock-hard abs.

This kind of body was a hot commodity, whether you were talking local or international.

He turned to the person next to him and said, "Set up my next fight." Someone in the shadows nodded and quickly left to get things ready.

Helen fanned herself, not stopping him but smiling as she looked through the thick glass at the arena below.

Soon enough, Raymond hit the stage wearing a mask.

The crowd went nuts, and someone recognized him.

A beefy dude started yelling, "God! God!" Then the whole place erupted, "God! God!" Raymond's mask had made a few appearances before, each ttaking on sseriously nasty beasts.

He never lost. Word on the street was that in one of his first fights years ago, he took on two lions.

Everyone bet on the lions, but he bet on himself.

That match scored him billions, enough to buy up the whole Wealth Light Valley Street.

He didn't show up often, but when he did, he left a mark.

His opponents were tough, but he was tougher.

Guys worshipped power and strength.

Helen watched from the room, twirling a grape with her fingertips, et and after a while; she asked the person next to her, "Who's he up against this time?" The guy replied, "Four wolves, one of them's the alpha." Helen's fingers paused, and her eyes narrowed. "Did something go down in Stellaria?" The guy said, "I don't know. He doesn't let us follow him or ask about his business in Stellaria." Helen smiled and extended her grape juice-stained fingers.

The bodyguard quickly held up her hand and knelt down, licking each finger clean.

Helen tapped her fan lightly with her other hand. "He must be in love. You ran into Olivia before, right? Sench tonight. He said he Olivia to his room to wanted to marry her once." The tingling sensation from her fingertips spread through her body, her eyes glancing at the center of the arena where the fight had already started. She noticed the bodyguard's reaction and chuckled, "Already getting worked up?" The bodyguard said nothing, respectfully returning her hand, "Need more water?"

Helen had a killer figure, all curves and allure. Who would've thought that ten years ago, she was just an overlooked newlywed? Other bodyguards were in the room too, but none dared to look at her.

Her walk was specially trained, every step perfectly placed.

Even at thirty-three, she was still a knockout.

The most mature women always knew best how to seduce men.