Chapter 5

After Fiona tore into him, Lucas had been too stunned to say a word.

But the truth was, he had never wanted luxury gifts.

He only wanted to know that she had thought of him while she was away.

Even the smallest, most meaningless thing would have made him happy.

But she had never given him even that.

In the end, it was simply because there had never been a place for him in her heart.

Now that he had finally decided to give up on this relationship, what was the point of trying to win him back?

Lucas didn’t dwell on it.

He ignored Rachel’s forced apologies and shut the door in her face.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Rachel kept apologizing from the other side of the door, but he pretended not to hear her.

Only after night fell did the hallway finally go quiet.

Lucas knew Rachel had left.

He closed his eyes.

Now he could finally get a good night’s sleep.

Rachel waited until evening, but Lucas still refused to budge.

Her patience was completely gone.

She left the apartment and drove back to Shaw Corporation.

She hadn’t expected Lucas to be so firm this time.

A faint unease stirred inside her.

This matter seemed to be slipping out of her control.

*

At Shaw Corporation, Rachel carefully watched Fiona’s expression as she explained.

“Ms. Shaw, Mr. York is still very angry and refuses to come back with me. Maybe we should give him a few more days. Once he calms down, I can go beg him again.”

Fiona’s face was frighteningly cold.

Lucas wasn’t replying to her messages.

He wasn’t answering her calls.

He had even refused to show respect to the person she sent for him.

Since when did he have such a temper?

“No need.”

Rachel secretly felt delighted.

She knew it. Lucas had gone too far this time and finally made Fiona unhappy.

“Clear my schedule tomorrow. I’ll go get him myself.”

The smile on Rachel’s face froze.

Had she heard that right?

When Rachel didn’t move, Fiona glanced at her with displeasure.

“What are you standing there for? Go.”

“Yes. I’ll do it right away.”

Rachel didn’t dare show her emotions. She quickly lowered her head and left.

*

After Lucas regained his strength, he thought about it all night and decided to make money through underground boxing.

The fallout with the Shaw family hadn’t blown over yet, so it would be difficult for him to find a proper job.

He only had a few hundred dollars left. If he dragged this out any longer, he would be broke.

Underground boxing was dangerous, but fighters were paid just for showing up, and winners earned even more.

Given his current situation, it suited him well.

When survival was on the line, love was the least of his concerns.

The next night, Lucas arrived at the underground fight club on time.

The place was called Dragon Gate. Rumor had it that it was backed by the largest gang in the city.

Lucas didn’t go out of his way to learn more.

Sometimes, knowing too much only brought trouble.

As soon as he stepped inside, music thundered through the air.

Lucas walked in calmly, quietly taking in his surroundings.

The matches hadn’t started yet, but the audience seats were already almost full.

Everyone wore a hollowed-out mask over their face, making it impossible to tell who they were. Privacy here was clearly taken seriously.

From time to time, waitresses in bunny costumes moved through the crowd, speaking softly as they served the guests.

Lucas kept his eyes forward and walked to the front desk. He gave the code his contact had provided.

The receptionist immediately handed him a number tag and a mask.

“Mr. York, right? Your number is six. You’ll be in the last match tonight.”

Dragon Gate held three boxing matches every night, and the guests could place bets freely.

Some people made heavy bets and got rich overnight.

Lucas put away the items the receptionist had given him. Soon, a staff member came forward to lead the way.

“Sir, the match starts at eight. Please head to the locker room and get changed first.”

Lucas nodded and followed.

When he arrived, there were already people inside the locker room.

At the sound of the door opening, everyone turned to look at him.

After sizing up his build, they all laughed in disdain.

Where had this weakling come from?

Was he just here to collect the appearance fee?

To be fair, Lucas had a good physique.

He was nearly six foot three, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long arms and legs.

Because he had worked out consistently for years, his abs were clearly defined.

But compared to professional boxers covered in muscle, he still looked a little lacking.

Seeing their reaction, Lucas didn’t get angry.

He was here to make money. Nothing else mattered.

He walked into an empty stall at random and began changing.

Ten minutes later, Lucas stepped out in his fighting clothes.

The other boxers had already left.

But sitting on the long bench in the middle of the locker room was someone Lucas never expected to see.

She wore a white skirt suit, her legs crossed, her posture elegant and composed.

Her beautiful, icy face was calm and distant, carrying the kind of aloofness that made her seem impossible to reach.

Lucas’s pupils tightened.

What was Fiona doing here?

Fiona had clearly seen him too.

She raised the phone in her hand and asked expressionlessly, “Why didn’t you reply to my messages or answer my calls?”

Her voice was cold, laced with displeasure.

Lucas answered briefly, “I blocked you.”

Of course Fiona knew he had blocked her. She had only asked on purpose to start the conversation.

She stood.

Her graceful figure looked completely out of place in the cold locker room.

“Unblock me. Then come back with me.”

A self-mocking smile touched Lucas’s lips as he looked at her calmly.

“Fiona, we’ve already broken up.”

Fiona’s eyes darkened.

“Is this really necessary? Just because I canceled the wedding?”

Lucas pressed his lips together.

Of course it wasn’t just because she had canceled the wedding.

It was because, over the past eight years, there had been disappointment after disappointment.

That was what had led them here.

The canceled wedding had only been the final straw.

When Fiona saw that he wasn’t speaking, she let out a soft sigh and walked toward him in her heels.

She reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve. A trace of warmth softened her voice.

“Lucas, we can choose another date and hold the wedding again. Stop being angry, okay?”

Fiona almost never showed this softer side of herself.

Since childhood, she had been raised as the Shaw family’s heir. She was naturally distant, and her mind was always on work.

Coaxing someone gently was not something she knew how to do.

In the past, whenever they argued, all she had to do was soften her tone a little, and Lucas would practically tear his heart out and hand it to her.

But things were different now.

Lucas calmly pulled his sleeve out of her hand without even looking at her.

“Fiona, we’ve already broken up. From now on, you go your way, and I’ll go mine. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

“You want to break up with me?”

Fiona sounded as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke.

“You’ve loved me for so many years. You were willing to do almost anything for me. Are you sure you want to break up?”