My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 141

”You’re free to throw your punches now, but make me your target,” Nash said.

Bianca took two deep breaths before throwing her punches based on the various combinations Nash had taught her.

Nash kept moving his right hand in different directions to defend himself. Whether they were feints or real, Nash managed to defend against them all perfectly. It was as if Nash was able to predict her moves.

Bianca faked a left uppercut and then immediately moved to throw a hook at Nash’s abdomen.

Nash raised his hand to block the left uppercut and then protected his abdomen with his right hand in the next second.

This was not the speed at which ordinary people could move.

Bianca could not help feeling a little discouraged. She did not dare complain, however, and at the same time, she was able to see through Nash's understanding of boxing.

She even believed that Nash was McNash now.

He was the father of the King of Fighters who became a legend in the boxing world without even fighting a match.

When Nash saw that Bianca was no longer throwing her punches, he asked in a frivolous tone that carried with it disdain, "Are you giving up?"

Bianca lowered her head as she panted heavily but did not reply. She just stood there like she was an unruly student being scolded by her teacher.

"Bianca, have you forgotten why you wanted to learn boxing?"

Skadi walked over angrily as a chill appeared in her almond eyes.

Bianca trembled slightly.

How could she forget?

Her father was an excellent boxer who once dominated the boxing world. It was rare that he ever found a worthy opponent.

When she was six, his father was drugged during a match and was beaten to death by a boxer in Capiton in the end.

She remembered her father's last words before he went for the match.

"My good daughter, there's a prize of three million for this competition. Once, my wish was to win the Golden Belt, but ever since I had you and your mother, I decided to give up on that thought. I only want to make money now so that you two can live a good life! My precious daughter, you’ll need a dowry when you’re to get married in the future, no? Once I’m done with this match, I’ll wash my hands of this life and stay at home to be with you and your mother.”

Her father, who dominated the boxing world, had always worn an amiable smile on his face for her and her mother. She did not think that would be the last words he shared with her.