Love Of A Billionaire

Chapter 305



Chapter 305

Chapter 305


Chapter 305 It’s Not Too Late For You To Give Up


Lawson didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the direction of the boxing ring in silence. There was only one thing he was thinking about. Given Michel's physical condition, he could take a few punches from Allen.


But the last time Allen punched someone was seven years ago. That time, they had sent that person to the hospital for three months.


He should be able to restrain his strength now. Otherwise, if he broke Michel, he might be hit hard by the Winston Family.


"Why hasn't Director Jones come out yet?"


"Let's take a few photos of Director Winston first. His figure is indeed not bad."


"In the past, the media has taken photos of him surfing by the sea..."


Santiago did not miss the whispers of the reporters. His mood suddenly became very good. Ever since Allen became President of Dahua, the Skywings had been suppressed by the Dahua. If Michel defeated Allen tonight, it would be considered as giving face to the Winston family.


"Is this considered good? Are you guys going to the gym or not? This is the most basic standard. One look and you can tell that his shoulders aren't strong enough."


"Could it be that you can see through the clothes that Director Jones's figure is better than his?"


"Anyway, it won't be worse than this."


Lawson coughed and signaled them to lower their voices. This kind of discussion was very noisy.


The reporters immediately shut their mouths and looked in the direction of the entrance in anticipation.


Very quickly, Allen and Arya appeared together.


They walked slowly from the dark corridor to the boxing ring. As the lights lit up, the people waiting in the audience stands stood up impatiently. Because they were really too excited...


No one expected Allen's figure to be this good. They widened their eyes nervously, not wanting to miss an inch of muscle.


Was that abs that an ordinary person could practice? And arms and shoulders... It was simply perfect. Together with the bronze skin color, a body as strong as a statue could be called a work of art.


The reporters were stunned. It took them a long time before they remembered to take pictures. They all picked up their cameras and phones to take pictures of them.


"Wow, how many lifetimes have I been able to produce muscles like that?" A male reporter said enviously, "This is the body that I've always dreamed of."


"Quick, quick, quick, take a few more photos!"


"I don't think Michel can take a punch!"


"This is what a real man is like. As for Michel's figure, sigh, it's nothing special."


The discussions in the arena reached Michel's ears. He seemed to have been humiliated. He glared at Allen as he walked step by step onto the boxing ring.


He had seen the voting data on the Internet. In terms of figure, he scored a lot more than Allen because he had always been very confident in his figure. However, after seeing Allen today, he realized how wrong he had been.


Michel suddenly had the thought of running away. From his distance and angle, not only was Allen's abs excellent, his arms and fists were also very strong. Compared to this, his chances of winning were really too low. novelbin


Arya carried Allen's windbreaker on her arm and followed behind him. As soon as she entered the arena, she saw the excited expressions of the audience. There was already a conclusion to this match.


Let's see if Michel still dare to speak recklessly in the future!


With his flat figure, he was not even qualified to be a sandbag for Allen.


Lawson's expression was very relaxed, because he had already expected this result. He also didn't expect that after so many years, Allen's figure would be even better.


But Santiago, who was beside him, could no longer sit still. Both father and son had underestimated Allen, causing them to fall into a very awkward situation. He even had the urge to stop immediately. If Allen's punch continued, his son would enter the hospital.


"I told you there was something wrong with the voting data. I voted for Director Jones!"


"This figure is amazing. If a man like this likes men, the sun will rise from the south."


"I also want to take Director Jones's clothes. No, I want to make Director Jones's clothes."


"But did they change their identities? Now it seems like Arya is acting as Director Jones's manager."


The atmosphere in the audience became more and more intense. The moment Allen walked onto the boxing ring, he reached his peak.


Michel took two steps back in defense. He looked at Allen cautiously, but he did not admit defeat.


Allen slowly put on the bandages and said, "It's not too late to admit defeat now. The last time I beat someone was seven years ago. That person stayed in the hospital for three months."


If it was fifteen minutes ago, Michel would have ignored his arrogant words.


But now... he had seen the muscles on Allen's body and the power that was about to burst out. He did not dare to look down on such a powerful opponent.


Michel listened to the discussions of the reporters and lowered his head. "I give up."


Putting this aside, he still had a chance to turn the tables. He did not believe that Allen would win against him every time.


He was a famous rich second generation in the city. No one could compare to him in terms of playing.


When Allen heard these three words, he nodded, "That's true. You might not even be able to beat Arya. Fighting with you is indeed bullying."


"Next round, I will try my best to give in."


Michel was so angry that he gritted his teeth. "Don't be so arrogant!"


Allen could not be bothered with him. He walked out of the boxing ring.


Michel lowered his head and returned to Santiago's side. He knew it was embarrassing to admit defeat before the fight started, but it was better than being beaten.


"No one expected that guy with the surname Jones to keep such a move. In the next round, take out what you are best at and kill his spirit. He is a well-behaved businessman and is most afraid of going overboard." Santiago gave his son an idea.


Santiago knew his son was a playboy. Compared to the two of them, Allen was certainly a businessman of rules.


After Michel had become sensible, he had been spending his money like dirt. He did not have the arrogance and depth of a superior person because he only knew how to eat, drink, and play.


Lawson felt that Allen had been waiting for Michel to challenge him from the beginning. His nephew seemed to be getting more and more cynical, but this method might make Michel fall into the bottom of the cliff, because he probably did not know what it felt like to be suppressed everywhere.


His pride was spoiled by the Winston Family. Today, he would be taught a lesson by Allen.


The reporters immediately posted the photos online in real-time news. It immediately attracted the attention of the netizens. Of course, there was only one thing that they paid attention to. It was Allen's good figure.


With Allen's figure, he didn't even want to compare with Michel's flat figure.


"Please, HD, I want to use this photo as a wallpaper!"


"I hope my future husband can have this kind of figure, no, 1% of Director Jones is enough for me."


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