Chapter 479
Richard had no intention of letting Felix go so easily. He slowly stepped forward, his hostility and killing intent intensifying. His handsome face was terrifyingly grim, his gaze as cold as ice.
No one dared to speak; they didn't even dare to make large movements, not even Nigel, the arena boss. The strange atmosphere caused the two boxers in the arena to stop simultaneously.
Tiffany approached Richard and softly asked, "How's your injury?" He had used considerable strength when he struck Felix. His chest wound, not yet healed, had inevitably reopened.
Richard turned. Her face was clearly reflected in his dark pupils, yet his gaze remained cold, like a deep, frigid well. Tiffany was stunned.
Richard coldly asked, "Are you concerned about my death, or his?"
Tiffany fell silent. She knew Richard well, yet he felt unfamiliar and distant. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. "You misunderstood. I just…"
"You just deliberately left me and lied about being at school?" Richard smiled. His handsome face was striking, but the smile was insincere, chillingly cold, and accompanied by a murderous aura that was terrifying.
Tiffany was speechless. She had already made arrangements with her subordinates, and the plan to kill Felix had to proceed. However, she was troubled by Felix's claim of having activated the Treasure Box and seen Richard's future—a future ending in unnatural death. The thought pained her.
She couldn't allow that to happen; Felix couldn't die yet.
Tiffany raised her head, took a deep breath, and softly said to Richard, "I'm sorry. I… I didn't go to school. I lied."
"What about before?" Richard's handsome face darkened. "At our engagement party, did you attack me because of him?"
Tiffany remained silent. She had been hypnotized and unable to control herself. She felt it wasn't wrong to say she attacked Richard because of Felix, but her silence held a different meaning for Richard.
"Very well," he said through gritted teeth, his killing intent palpable.
Suddenly, Richard's eyes turned cold as he grabbed Felix's neck, his iron grip tightening. Felix's face reddened, yet he offered no resistance, seemingly certain he wouldn't die.
Tiffany instinctively sensed something was wrong. She thought, What a lunatic!
At that moment, Felix produced a knife—the same knife Tiffany had used to stab Richard's heart. Everyone focused on the knife, but unnoticed, Felix's left hand, hanging at his side, flicked, releasing three poison-tipped silver needles toward Richard.
Tiffany's pupils constricted. She lunged forward to push Richard away, but a powerful force struck from behind, accompanied by a cry: "Mr. Hampton, be careful!"
Grelle burst forth, her face etched with anxiety as she warned Richard. In her rush forward, she knocked Tiffany to the ground. Unseen by anyone, the three poisoned needles embedded themselves in Tiffany's kneecaps.
Grelle positioned herself before Richard, ready to shield him from the knife.
Richard's eyes darkened. He gently waved his hand. The heavy knife seemed to encounter an invisible barrier; no matter how hard Felix pushed, he couldn't advance it. The knife fell to the ground. Richard was unharmed.
Grelle, pale and visibly afraid, worriedly asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Hampton, are you alright?" Even in her state, her concern was for him.
Richard frowned, but instead of dismissing Grelle, he gestured to his subordinates, who immediately assisted her.
All this happened swiftly; no one could fully react or see everything. Even Sidney missed details. However, everyone clearly saw that when Felix tried to harm Richard, Tiffany dodged, and Grelle took the blow.
People sensed a shift in the dynamics.
Tiffany fell, her face pale. She looked up at Richard, but his handsome face held a cold, disappointed expression—he wouldn't even look at her. Grelle, having risked herself to save him, remained in shock, trembling while Sidney examined her minor arm graze.
Tiffany winced, attempting to stand, but her legs trembled, causing her to fall back.
Someone sneered, "Miss Kelley, you're so scared you can't even stand."
Another added, "Such a woman is disgusting!"
Curses erupted. Some glanced at Richard's expression, but his gloomy face offered no clue to his feelings. His silence was taken as tacit approval.
The curses against Tiffany grew harsher. Some genuinely despised her; others simply fueled the flames. Tiffany seemingly ignored them; their opinions meant nothing. She stared dazedly at Richard's tall back, waiting for him to turn and look at her. He didn't. He left, followed by his entourage.
Seeing Tiffany's unmoved demeanor, the others ceased cursing and dispersed, urging the arena fighters to resume. Only Tiffany and Felix remained. Tiffany tried again to stand, but failed, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
She cautiously pulled up her pants, revealing the three poisoned needles embedded in her kneecaps. The poison itself was insignificant, but their placement rendered her situation critical.