Roxanne changed her fighting posture, her eyes still fixated on the man who seemed to be ready for whatever she would dish out. With a stoic expression, slightly tilting toward amusement, he rubbed both his arms, feeling the impact of her earlier hit.

Rita, who stayed in a corner, a small distance from where Roxanne fought, sighed as she watched. She used her eyes to signal to Roxanne to stop the pointless struggle, but Roxanne stubbornly refused. Even though she still felt a kind of favorable vibe with Rita, she also had the idea that she couldn’t trust her. After all, she was on his side, not hers. 

“This Asher...