Flirting With My Ex-husband novel Chapter 342

As soon as he entered the boxing room, he saw the beauty in the ring. It was Scarlett. This beautiful and gentle woman agilely ducked a blow.

Alexander was shocked, turning to look out of the door. He then looked at the ring, not knowing whether to applaud and cheer with the others or to go and call Raymond.

This game was not bloody or fierce. It was a competition about speed and fighting skills. The crowd surrounding the ring watched with great interest. Cheers became louder and louder.

Alexander whistled. Finally, his conscience pricked him, so he turned out to call Raymond.

"Raymond, come with me quickly. It's Scarlett!"

Hearing Scarlett's name, the man, who was hitting a bag, was suddenly stunned.

Raymond frowned, looking coldly at Alexander at the door. "Are you dreaming?"

"Of course not! The person fighting with her coach in the ring is Scarlett! I'm not lying!"

Raymond glanced at Alexander. "You'd better not."

He went past Raymond towards the noisy boxing

room.

Raymond stepped into the room, seeing Scarlett tilt her head to avoid the coach's fist. Her high ponytail arced gracefully through the air. Her side face was fair.

Raymond suddenly remembered that night. When they were in Night Party, she dodged and attacked as quickly as today.

When Raymond was in a trance, Scarlett suddenly pulled the coach's clothes and hooked her foot around the coach's ankles. The coach lost his balance.

Scarlett stopped him from falling.

The coach steadied himself. "Did you just trick me?"

Scarlett let go of him, stepped back, and smiled. "It's just a tactic."

The coach froze for a moment and laughed. "Good!"

There were a dozen people around the ring, all of whom were here for training. Just after the coach said that, the room rang with thunderous applause.

Scarlett was about to speak when a familiar male voice came over. "Scarlett! When did you get here?"

Scarlett raised her eyebrows. As she saw Alexander and Raymond standing behind him, the smile on her face faded. "Mr. Smith."

Alexander glanced at the man who was accosting Scarlett. "Is this your friend?"

Scarlett didn't want to be disturbed, so she answered," I don't know him."

The man left awkwardly but frequently looked back at Scarlett.

What a pretty and vigorous woman!

After Scarlett fought for more than half an hour, her clothes were wet. Sweat dripped down her forehead.

She wiped it, walking up to Raymond. "Want a fight?"

Scarlett's voice was gentle and calm. Raymond even suspected that he had heard it wrong.