Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820: Chapter 821

In the private room 11.

Rosemary had sealed the deal, cash exchanged for goods with practiced ease.

She slipped the medicine into her backpack and rode the elevator down to the lobby. Horace, spotting her, broke into a relieved grin.

He’d been worried about the boss’s safety going upstairs alone. But there she was, walking out of the room 11 without a scratch.

"Got it?" Horace mouthed, his face a picture of excitement.

The place was a racket, but Rosemary caught his drift, nodding and tilting her chin up, signaling it was time to jet.

In the massive birdcage arena, the heavyweight boxer - a brute over 200 pounds - had been mauled by the beast, chunks of his arm flesh hanging loose. Now, he was being carted away, while the victor was rewarded with a feast of raw meat, retreating obediently back into its cage.

Next up was a lopsided match: a muscle-bound fighter tipping the scales at more than 300 pounds versus a kid who looked barely strong enough to lift a feather.

The kid, no more than five or six, was forced into oversized boxing gloves and shoved into the cage, his wails piercing the din, reaching Rosemary’s ears. She glanced over to see him clutching the bars,

desperate to escape, as the crowd went wild.

"These people are sick." A twinge of sympathy in Horace’s voice as he glanced at the child,

"Completely twisted."

"Do you want to see a little one’s fight-or-flight kick in when he’s pushed to the edge?"

The host was a foreigner whose words bore the meaning after translation.

The crowd roared back, "We do!"

"Place your bets, folks - will it be our fighter, or the kid? Countdown starts now - five, four, three, two, one!"

At the whistle’s blast, the fighter picked up the kid like a ragdoll and slammed him to the ground.

The crowd erupted, high on adrenaline. The kid lay there, crying pitifully, calling for his "mommy," too hurt to stand.

"Do you want to see more? Let’s see who wants to up the stakes. Who has the highest bet?"

The giant screen flashed with the bet stats: one thousand three hundred and fifty-one bets placed, the highest being thirteen grand. The host was clearly not satisfied, "Any higher bets? The thrilling moment

will begin; are you ready for it?"

"We are!"

"Show me the money!" The host’s words had barely left his mouth when the screen flashed a new bet: 1 million, from private room 1.

A hush fell for a split second, then the place erupted.

"It’s Sean! Sean’s in with a million!" The host’s voice was tinged with glee.

Rosemary narrowed her eyes in disdain. Sean? The jerk who was all over some woman upstairs, trying to get lucky? No surprise he was trash.

"Let’s hear your cheers as the next act unfolds," the host was drowned out by the escalating roar of the crowd as the fighter advanced on the kid.

Horace turned, only to find Rosemary had vanished.

The fighter lifted the child high, parading him around the arena like a trophy, the audience’s cheers shaking the very walls.

As the child was hurled away, the fighter was ready to bask in the wild cheers from the crowd, but a hush fell over the audience instead.

"Are you from Solterra? Please, save my kid. His dad is drowning in debt; he didn’t choose to be up there. I’m begging you, please." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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