Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173

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It was already late when I began walking back toward my room. The long corridor that led to the contestants’ quarters was dimly lit by torches mounted along the stone walls, and the quiet sound of my footsteps echoed softly in the hallway. The moment I entered the corridor, I immediately felt eyes were on me from every direction.

Many people were watching.

Some contestants stayed inside their rooms and peeked through the windows, carefully pulling the curtains aside just enough to observe me without exposing themselves. Others stood in their doorways, leaning against the frames as they watched me pass by. None of them dared to approach me. Instead, they whispered quietly to each other, their voices low and filled with disbelief.

Their gazes were filled with awe.

It was almost ironic.

Not long ago, those same people had looked at me with mockery and open hostility. They had whispered about how weak I was, how cowardly it was to hide behind a protective spell, and how someone like me had no place among real warriors. Their eyes had been filled with disdain, and some of them had even looked at me as though they wanted to kill me.

Now those expressions were completely gone.

There was no mockery anymore, or hatred either.

Instead, they looked at me with fear and respect, as if I were some kind of monster walking calmly in a small human body. Their eyes followed me carefully, and cautiously, as though they were afraid that making the wrong move might attract my

attention.

I ignored them.

I truly did not care what they thought about me. Their opinions had never mattered to me before, and they certainly did not matter now. When they called me weak and worthless earlier, I did not bother correcting them. Now that they looked at me with admiration and fear, I still had no interest in acknowledging them.

That was simply the nature of people.

No matter what you did, people would always find something to talk about. If you refused to act the way they expected, they would gossip about you endlessly. If you behaved exactly the way they wanted, they would still gossip. At the end of the day, people loved to talk more than they loved to think.

So I made a decision a long time ago.

I would simply do whatever I wanted.

If they wished to talk, they could talk until their throats went dry. In the end, they were only wasting their time and breath. Their words had nothing to do with me. My skin was far too thick to be wounded by something as meaningless as gossip.

Eventually, I reached the door to my room.

However, the moment I arrived, I noticed that I was not alone,

Miles was standing directly in front of my door, waiting quietly as if he had been there for a while. Behind him stood another man, and the moment my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him, He was the same man from the

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arena entrance, the one who had bullied Chloe and tried to take her sword.

I looked at him for a moment.

The instant he realized I was staring at him, his body stiffened, and he did not dare to meet my gaze.

My lips curled slightly, but there was no amusement in my eyes.

“Well,” I said calmly, “we meet again.”

The man flinched as though my words had struck him physically, and he instinctively took a step backward.

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“Did you come to settle your score?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I continued to study him. “Last time you said you were going to make my life miserable. Are you planning to do that now?”

The man slowly lifted his head to look at me. He looked at me the way someone would look at a demon standing right in front of them.

Without warning, he suddenly dropped to his knees.

His head bent forward deeply as he spoke in a trembling voice. “Forgive me! Please forgive me! I must have lost my that day to start a fight with someone like you. Please do not kill me!”

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Tears streamed down his face as his shoulders shook violently. He then turned desperately toward Miles and grabbed at his sleeve as if clinging to the last thread of hope. “Boss, please beg him for me! Please ask him to forgive me! I do not want to die!”

I stared at him silently.

Was he really that terrified?

Yes, I had shown some strength in the arena, but I had not revealed even a fraction of my true abilities. All I had done was stop the prince’s whip.

Slowly, I shifted my gaze toward Miles. He was already looking at me.

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at Miles.

His lips slowly curled upward, not in his usual cheerful way, “You knew, didn’t you?”

I tilted my head slightly. “Knew what?”

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