Chapter 135: A Facade Crumbles

Maeve basked in the roar of the crowd, her chest heaving with exertion and a cold satisfaction. The fallen boxer writhed in pain on the mat, the medics swarming around him like concerned ants. Her victory, however brutal, had been decisive. But a discordant note pierced the celebratory atmosphere. From the curtained confines of a private box overlooking the ring, a loud crash erupted, followed by a string of angry curses. The sound sent a jolt through Maeve, momentarily breaking her focus. The commotion, however, was lost on the crowd. Their attention was firmly fixed on the fallen fighter and the unfolding medical drama. The cheers and gasps resumed, the earlier disruption quickly fading into background noise. Maeve, unable to completely shake off the unease, cast a wary glance towards the private box. The heavy velvet curtains remained stubbornly shut, offering no clues about the source of the outburst. Just then, a pudgy man in a cheap suit sidled up to Maeve, a self-important g