Chapter 432

Chapter 432

It had been an hour since the sparring started but the man showed no signs of stopping.

Sweat rolled down the edge of his face and highlighted the contour of his pronounced features. It even wet his rigid

collarbone and shirt.

He nimbly dodged the coaches’ attack and landed a punch on each of their faces.

While punching his opponent to the ground, his mind was replaying the scene of that bloody wooden rose.

‘That woman painted the wooden rose with her own blood?! Has she gotten out of her mind? Is she trying to kill herself

just to make me mad?’

Suddenly, a powerful punch approached his face.

Odell narrowed his deep eyes and countered with a jab.

Bang!

He punched a coach in the face and sent the man to the ground.

As the fallen coach squealed in pain, the other coach faltered out of fear.

Odell glared at the two of them.

Due to their responsibility and the promised reward, the two coaches regained their composure and

continued sparring with Odell.

Outside the ring, all five coaches, who had sparred with Odell earlier and got beaten up, sat together

and panted heavily.

They sympathized with their colleagues who were crying in pain in the ring and were grateful that they

survived Odell’s thrashing.

“What has gotten into Master Carter today? He’s really angry.”

“Sigh. I think the two of them are at their limit.”

“But Master Carter doesn’t seem tired at all. All of us had sparred with him. Are we going for a second

round?”

The five of them got nervous.

“No. I’ll die if I get into the ring again.”

“Me too. I can’t even get on my feet.”

“What are we going to do now?”

They found themselves in a quandary.

Suddenly, one of them suggested, “I know. Do you guys remember Ms. Avery that Master Carter

brought over here the other day? I heard they’re close. Why don’t we call her and ask her to talk him

out of his thrashing frenzy?”

The suggestion intrigued the others. “Great idea! Hurry up and contact Ms. Avery!”

Half an hour later, the last two coaches of the boxing gym collapsed to the ground.

One of them feigned death and the other begged for his life.

“Master Carter, we’re not your match even if we teamed up against you. We surrender. Please let us

go.”

Odell had a glance at the two of them and said, “Get out.”

The two coaches immediately got out of the ring as if they were granted a second life.

Odell received a bottle of water and a towel from a staff member. He sipped some water before he stared at the five

other coaches sitting beneath the ring.

The five coaches averted his gaze hurriedly. They either looked down or looked elsewhere. No one dared to exchange

a look with him.

Odell frowned. Just when he was about to call either two of them, he saw Tara running in.

“Odell!”

Tara wore a slim waist white dress and she ran to the ring. She looked up at him with a concerned look and said, “I

heard you’re boxing here all day now. Did something happen?”

Odell frowned at her. “Why are you here?”

Tara stared at his wet but handsome face and said in a small voice, “I heard you were in a bad mood. I was worried, so

I came.”

She was already thinking about seeing him earlier and after the coaches called her, she immediately came over to

check on him.

“I’m fine. Go home,” Odell said.

Tara wore a worried look. “You’re drenched. Are you still going to continue?”

Odell’s patience wore thin.