The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 821

"Besides, you're so busy every day. How could I ask you to be my sparring partner?"

Callahan was about to accompany her on an overseas business trip. To ensure the company ran smoothly in his absence, he had been working like crazy lately.

He had barely managed to squeeze in the time to come to the training gym today.

Callahan awkwardly rubbed his nose, remaining stubborn. "I might not have time usually, but today I'm all yours."

Getting into it, he added, "It's settled. I'm your sparring partner today. Boss me around as much as you want."

Leilani shot him a speechless look. "Are you serious?"

"Of course," he nodded.

"Alright then."

Since he offered, she wasn't about to turn down a free sparring partner. She happily agreed.

"But you'd better take this seriously. It'd be pretty embarrassing for you if I knocked you out."

"Wait a second, though. I need to warm up first."

Leilani put her hair tie in her mouth, re-tied her hair, and walked over to the punching bag she'd had her eye on.

Callahan didn't need to practice his combat skills; his main goal today was just to spend time with her.

He leaned against the edge of the boxing ring, watching her warm up.

When she suddenly threw a rapid combination of punches, sending deep, solid thuds echoing from the heavy bag, he straightened up, looking slightly surprised.

He knew she was a good fighter—he'd seen that firsthand when she saved him at the airport in Zamora Country.

But compared to last time, her skills seemed to have drastically improved.

When she finished a flawless sequence, he handed her a towel and couldn't help but ask.

"Did you learn these moves from that guy, Abel?"

"Your technique has gotten a lot better."

Leilani wiped her sweat, smiling as she shook her head. "Not him. His boss, Payton Larson, taught me."

"Payton Larson? Your friend who got poisoned?"

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