Chapter 817 Does Mr. Hall Look Down on Me
Five minutes later, Darian emerged from the locker room in his workout gear.
He slowly walked over to the boxing ring.
This was an exclusive boxing club, frequented by the wealthy elite. Brady was a regular here.
Everyone at the club knew him, but it was Darian's first time.
So when he stepped into the ring to spar with Brady, all the female staff stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the ring.
Brady was the club's top heartthrob. Before he got married, he was the object of every female employee's fantasies.
Everyone was infatuated with his looks and physique.
Recently, he got married, and it left everyone feeling pretty down.
They thought he wouldn't come to the club anymore.
But here he was today, and everyone was excited.
They had just heard from the manager that Brady was going to spar with someone.
Who was this guy who thought he could take on Brady?
Brady's skills were good enough for world-class competitions.
The other guy looked decent enough, but he was pale, clean-cut, and didn't seem to have much muscle. He hadn't trained much.
Hopefully, he wouldn't get knocked out too badly by Brady.
Darian soon stepped into the ring, his eyes calm as he looked at Brady, showing no fear.
Pretty brave.
Brady smirked disdainfully, lifting his gaze with a commanding presence as he looked at Darian.
His voice was cold, "So, Mr. Voss, how do you wanna do this?"
Darian smiled, appearing confident, "However you wanna teach, Mr. Hall. I'm just a rookie."
Brady scoffed again, taking long strides towards Darian. The two men faced off at close range, but Darian, a designer, couldn't match the imposing presence of Brady, who had spent years in the business world.
Darian's confidence wavered slightly.
He narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin, determined not to lose his composure in front of Brady.
"Are you sure, Mr. Voss? I wouldn't want to accidentally break any of your bones," Brady said with a faint smile. "I heard you have a contract signing with JK this afternoon?"
"Are you underestimating me, Mr. Hall? Am I that fragile?" Darian smiled back.
"Mr. Voss isn't fragile, considering you had the guts to send me those photos," Brady said slowly, almost throwing the photos in his face.
Tension filled the air between them.
Darian's gaze remained steady. He didn't mind Brady bringing up the photos and calmly said, "Is there some misunderstanding, Mr. Hall? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, right. What photos? Care to elaborate, Mr. Hall?"
Brady sneered, suddenly admiring Darian's audacity. How could Darian be so fearless and blindly confident in challenging him?
Did he think his status as a genius designer made him invincible?
Or did Darian believe Brady's wife would be attracted to him?
Brady didn't want to waste time with words. He raised his hand and threw a quick left hook towards Darian's face.
He didn't intend to hit him, but Darian thought he was about to get punched and instinctively dodged.
In his haste, he slipped and fell to the ground.
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