Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 240

During Kim Donghu and Evelyn’s official promotional tour,

one particular video went viral behind the scenes—

so famous it was practically legendary.

It started with Evelyn and Kim Donghu sitting side by side.

During an official interview:

—“So I asked Tarzan, ‘Is all Korean food this spicy?’ And then he just—”

As she spoke, Evelyn casually placed her hand on Donghu’s thigh.

—“Hmm, huh? A-AH?! Oh, oh... S-Sorry! Really, I—”

The moment her hand made contact, Donghu immediately stood up—

practically jumping out of his seat as he hastily apologized.

Anyone with any awareness knew exactly what had happened.

ㄴ What the hell is Kim Donghu hiding in his thighs?

ㄴ Why is this man walking around with a whole sausage in his pocket?

ㄴ So the rumors about him securing Tarzan physically were true.

People were shocked.

Naturally, the video racked up hundreds of millions of views.

And among those views, about twenty came from—

“...That bastard!”

Edward Maxwell.

Not watching it would’ve been more suspicious.

A single YouTube search, and it was right there.

How could he not watch it?

Even now, despite everything, he still harbored feelings for Evelyn.

But now—now—Kim Donghu had the audacity to walk into the press conference with her?

“She’s not even allowed to sit with him!”

Evelyn wasn’t part of the fight’s official organization.

She couldn’t even attend the press conference—she was only watching from the audience.

And yet, Donghu had entered with her.

Why?

There was only one answer.

“He’s mocking me...”

Pure humiliation.

The official excuse was Tarzan promotions.

But everyone knew the real reason.

No one was that blind.

“How the hell did he even get away with this? The organizers actually allowed it?”

“PPV sales, Ed. Do you know how much people are paying to watch this fight?”

“...That much? Our fight?”

His coach, Pence, gripped his shoulders tightly.

“Ed, listen to me. You cannot let this become his fight.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This has to be your fight. Only yours.”

“What does that even mean?!”

“Don’t overthink it. Kill the caveman.”

And with that, Pence stepped back.

It was time for Edward to enter.

“Fine. Whatever. As long as I win.”

Today, he’d win the press conference.

And then, he’d win the fight.

Edward stepped out of the locker room and headed straight into the press hall.

Flashes. Cameras.

Journalists waiting like hungry hyenas, ready to tear into any slip-up.

And there, sitting at the front—

“Is this some kind of joke in your country? Caveman?”

Fucking Tarzan.

Before even sitting down, Edward sneered at Kim Donghu.

“Does everything look like a joke when you’re a weak male? Feeling helpless?”

Donghu immediately fired back, effortlessly.

The first official press conference had begun.

***

The first press conference for Edward Maxwell vs. Kim Donghu.

Top Rank Promotions’ president, Bob Dylan, was nervous.

I’ve never felt this tense before. Not once in my entire career.

Usually, the first press conference was just for show.

Boxers pretended to hate each other, threw out some soundbites, and that was it.

Especially in boxing—

most trash talk was just career comparisons.

But now?

A woman had entered the equation.

And not just any woman.

The biggest musical diva in the world.

And they even skipped the usual formalities...

Typically, the promoter would open with a speech.

Bob had decided to skip it entirely.

Because right now—

the only thing that mattered was the verbal war.

“The press conference will now begin.”

Click. Click. Click.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

The journalists shifted into position, fingers ready over keyboards.

“First question for the champion—Edward. What does this fight mean to you?”

Edward didn’t hesitate.

He brought the mic to his mouth and spoke smoothly.

“It’s an education. I’ll be teaching this caveman about modern civilization—with my fists.”

Hahahaha.

Laughter immediately rippled through the room.

Edward, sensing momentum, smirked and continued.

“What does he even know? The guy’s just been pretending to be a caveman in some amateur league.”

He held up five fingers.

“Five rounds. I’ll finish him within five rounds. TKO.”

Clickclickclickclick!

Cameras exploded with flashes.

The journalists immediately turned to Kim Donghu.

“What does this fight mean to you, as the challenger?”

Donghu leaned in, expression unreadable.

“A stepping stone to unifying the heavyweight championship. Nothing more.”

His answer was blunt.

Short. To the point.

No dramatics.

No jokes.

And yet, the lack of response from journalists made the air heavier.

Click. Click. Click.

Reporters began raising their hands.

It was time for the real Q&A.

“Edward—what do you think is your opponent’s biggest weakness?”

“His stamina and experience. Both of which cavemen could never have.”