The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 152 The Match

His words were an insult to her, mocking Vera for knowing about the competition, feeling the pressure, and finding a man to satisfy her sexual desires.

Vera sneered, the black paint hiding her innocent face. The more mysterious she was, the more people around her wanted to uncover her secrets.

"Sorry to make you jealous. I have a husband. If you're envious of my husband's love, wait until you lose this time and go find a husband yourself. Leave a love mark on your neck to comfort you."

A woman having a husband was natural; no one would find it inappropriate.

However, Vera suggested that he, a man, should find a husband, which was an insult to a self-proclaimed straight man participating in the competition.

Vera never held back her grudges and retaliated immediately.

He mocked her, so she didn't hesitate to insult him with her sharp tongue.

Her words never showed mercy.

Unexpectedly, he didn't get angry but laughed instead.

Vera glanced at him, her disdainful gaze shifting elsewhere.

The laughing man looked like a clown, showing a row of teeth that disgusted Vera.

His teeth were yellow. Judging by his voice, Vera estimated he was a young man, probably between twenty and thirty years old.

She seemed to be stretching her limbs but was actually glancing at the man's hands.

A person's hands could reveal a lot.

Laborers had thick, short fingers with calluses and yellow skin.

People who purely worked out had smooth skin from spending time in the gym, not exposed to the elements, with pale skin and muscles. Office or literary workers had slightly different index fingers, with delicate palm lines. Their skin was good but different from those who work out.

By observing his hands, Vera roughly determined his job he was undoubtedly a laborer.

Adding to that, she noticed his yellow teeth.

Such yellow stains don't appear without at least a decade of smoking.

So she deduced he was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, a grassroots worker who worked outside for years.

With this information, Vera knew his weaknesses.

She finished stretching.

The previous match had ended.

Sparrow looked at her and spat on the ground, deliberately trying to disgust Vera.

Vera took a different path, not even glancing at the ground.

She reached the stage.

Randall and Mia anxiously went to the edge to watch.

They had many things to say to Vera but were afraid of affecting her mood for the match, so they didn't dare speak, only looking up at the thin woman on the stage. Seeing the cunning in Sparrow's eyes, Vera instantly became serious, not in the mood for a verbal battle.

The atmosphere in the audience was heated.

When Heroine took the stage, the whole crowd was excited.

Because every match she participated in was a spectacle.

Her boxing stance was graceful, like an art form.

Since her rise to fame in the blue ring, her fans came to cheer her on during the mid-stage matches.

This also ignited the competitive spirit in her peers, all wanting to become her opponent, to personally defeat her and take her fame.

This included Sparrow.

When he took the stage, knowing she was a woman, he still took off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, and raised his eyebrows provocatively at Vera.

He teased Vera. "You're a married woman. How would your husband feel if he knew you were pinned down by a shirtless man?"

"You'll be dead," Randall answered for Vera from below the stage, glaring at the man who was deliberately trying to disgust her.

If this guy really dared to make a move on her, pinning her down, Patrick, who was known for his swift and decisive actions, would throw him into a meat grinder to vent his anger. For a woman to participate in a men's competition was already inconvenient, but Vera didn't mind at all.

She was already in competition mode.

The signal sounded, and the entire audience held their breath, watching Vera and Sparrow on the stage.

They were still testing each other, maintaining their distance.

Sparrow spewed vulgar insults at Vera. Randall, hearing this, was furious and wanted to rush up and fight him, but Vera remained exceptionally calm, her eyes full of reason. Suddenly, she sprinted forward.

Just when Sparrow thought she was going to attack, Vera suddenly leaned back, sidestepping to avoid him.

She had only made a feint, startling Sparrow into hastily defending himself.

When Vera stood up, the whole crowd burst into laughter.

"Sparrow is no match for Heroine. He can only provoke with words, no real skill."

"Heroine is agile, while Sparrow looks clumsy. He's probably going to lose."

The surrounding discussions undoubtedly provoked Sparrow.

He stopped holding back and launched a fierce attack on Vera.

Seeing his aggressive approach, Vera rolled across the floor.

Just when everyone thought Vera wasn't planning to attack, she unexpectedly kicked Sparrow hard on his ankle bone. "Ah!" Sparrow screamed in pain.

Vera quickly stood up.

"Nice!" Someone in the audience applauded Vera's unexpected strike.

More and more people started clapping for Vera.

Sparrow felt embarrassed and lunged at Vera.

This time, he knew that to win, he had to restrain Vera and limit her movements.

However, in a match between a karate expert and a Taekwondo master, the former often couldn't catch the latter.

In the first ten minutes. Sparrow had already been knocked down by Vera multiple times.

When he got up again and saw the spirited Vera, he clenched his fists and charged at her, seemingly intent on pummeling her to death.

Vera didn't dodge this time; she directly confronted him.

She couldn't match his strength, so she targeted his weak spots.

With a sidestep, Vera's elbow struck hard against his spine.

Sparrow stumbled.

The audience laughed. "Sparrow can't even stand straight and still wants to beat Heroine? That's just a pipe dream."

Sparrow turned to look at Vera's position, got up, stretched his muscles, and continued to fight her.

This time, he found Vera's weak point.

He grabbed Vera and threw her heavily to the ground.

Vera could feel the impact as she hit the ground and bounced back up.

Randall and Mia grew tense.

The audience stopped laughing, watching in disbelief as Heroine fell.

As Sparrow smugly prepared to use his body weight to pin Vera down, she rolled to the side and instantly got up.

Instead, Sparrow ended up in close contact with the ground.

No one expected Vera to get up so quickly.

So quickly, in an instant.

Vera glanced at the timer.

Mia shouted, "Last ten minutes."

Vera turned her head, glaring fiercely at the prone Sparrow who was just about to stand up.