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Aveline smiled wryly. “Don’t say that. Our conversation gave me a lot of new insights too. We should definitely discuss and explore these ideas more often.”

“Absolutely,” Sidney replied, his eyes shining brightly. Then he added, “I should get going now.”

Aveline nodded. “Alright, take care on your way home.”

She watched as Sidney stepped into the elevator. As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she found Selena standing behind her with a teasing grin on her face.

“What’s up with you?” Aveline asked, startled and confused by her friend’s expression.

Selena crossed her arms, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, did you feel that subtle, romantic tension yet?”

Aveline’s mouth twitched slightly. “You’re imagining things. We spent the entire time working on a design

concept.”

Selena’s playful smile vanished. “How dull! If it were me, alone in a room with such a charming and shy guy, I’d definitely make a move.”

As if lost in her thoughts, Selena’s expression grew a little dreamy.

Aveline gave her a gentle push. “It’s late. Stop daydreaming, or you’ll end up oversleeping tomorrow.”

Selena pouted. “I’m currently unemployed, remember?”

Stunned into silence, Aveline chose to cut the conversation short.

As Sidney exited the elevator, he spotted Lucas, dressed in workout gear, returning from a run. His breath was slightly uneven, but his gaze remained icy.

Lucas jogged up to him and asked, “Do you know how to box?”

A hint of caution flickered in Sidney’s eyes. “What do you want?”

A faint smile tugged at Lucas‘ lips. “Just thought we could spar a bit. How about it?”

Sidney’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded. “Sure, but I’m not very good. I hope you will go easy on

me.”

Lucas turned and headed toward his car, with Sidney following closely behind.

They drove to a private boxing gym, where the manager respectfully nodded at Lucas. “Mr. Tudor.”

Lucas walked straight to the innermost area of the gym. It was late, and the place was empty.

He grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and began putting them on. When he glanced at Sidney, he noticed the younger man was examining the gloves before slowly putting them on.

A glimmer of disdain flashed in Lucas’s eyes.

Once in the ring, Lucas loosened up his neck and arms, his cold gaze fixed on Sidney. “Kid, once you’re in Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

the ring, there’s no holding back.”

Compared to Lucas, Sidney’s presence was less intimidating, but there was determination in his eyes. “I’ll give it my all!”

Lucas didn’t waste any time and threw the first punch.

Sidney was no match for him.

It wasn’t long before Lucas had him on the ground–no contest at all.

Lucas‘ eyes darkened with a hint of red as he continued to land brutal punches. Sidney’s face soon bore the marks of the fight, bruised and bloodied.

Finally, Lucas delivered a hard punch to Sidney’s chest, watching him struggle to catch his breath. He sneered, “Someone like you thinks you’re worthy of her? Hmm?”

Sidney coughed painfully, his face battered and bruised, looking utterly defeated.

After catching his breath, he spoke with difficulty, “Pursuing her is my right. You have no say in it.”

“Oh?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, surprised by his response. He stood up, removed his boxing gloves, and said with a cold smile, “Let’s see what you’re really made of, if you think you can keep chasing her.”