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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 82

Behind the veil, Lucy acted like an adult and rubbed her chin while looking at Mozart.

Then, she commented, “I didn’t expect him to have such integrity!”

At that moment, Joe’s eyes flashed with doubts, shock, surprise, suspicion, anger, and such emotions.

As her realm was much higher than Lucy’s, Joe‘s hearing was also much better than Lucy’s.

Although Sandra only said a few words just now, she could hear him.

Joe listened to that voice every day for the past ten days, and she was even familiar with it.

However, Joe was reluctant to believe that the ordinary-looking man who trained with her every day was Sandra!

‘Shape-shifting inscription.

That’s right! He knows how to inscribe, and naturally, he owns shape-shifting inscriptions.’ Based on that reasoning, many of Joe’s questions were answered.

Nonetheless, she was still secretly panicking.

Joe found it hard to describe her current messy feelings.

Initially, Joe was highly repulsive of the wedding George arranged for her, so she always hated Sandra that she never even met before.

However, that man that she despised left a deep impression of himself in those ten days.

He even helped her improve by leaps and bounds.

Hence, Joe was instantly confused.

Suddenly, Lucy spoke, “However, Marsha and Yoel seem to be enemies, so we might be witnessing an interesting match soon.

After all, Yoel is considered to be someone with potential among the Lawrence family’s younger generation, and he’s not in the same league as Sheena a tall.

Lady Joe, once Marsha loses to Yoel, you’ll have a reason to reject the marriage.”

Joe’s mind was all over the place, and she replied to Lucy absent-mindedly as she kept peeking at Sandra in the crowd from time to time.

‘What should I do? If Lucy finds out about this, she’ll make fun of him.

She’ll say… Lady Joe, you say you don’t like him, but in these few days, you let him hug you and embrace you.

Even though you say you don’t want him, your body betrays you.’ At the thought of that, Joe suddenly felt her cheeks warming, and she could not help but scolded Lucy, “You’re so annoying!”

“Ha?” Lucy was confused, and she showed a baffled expression.

At that time, the competition was still ongoing in the arena.

Except for a few of them, the Lawrence family‘s younger generation was generally not in a high realm.

Thus, the fights ended quite fast.

The winner would already be decided in the first few minutes.

About two hours later, the first round of the competition officially ended.

The match that ended the fastest was Ashton’s.

He did not even get into the ring, and his opponent already voluntarily gave up.

The second round of matches soon started after a short break.

Yoel’s opponent at that time was in a similar realm as him.

Thus, he had to use more energy and showcased the Heavenly Spike Swordsmanship to win against that person.

Only when he sent his opponent’s sword flying and kicked him out of the arena did Yo el feel relieved.

Then, he turned to look at Sandra viciously, but Sandra was not even looking at him.

Instead, Sandra completely ignored him.

“You’re something else! The next round, it’s going to be you!” Yoel glared at Sandra and shouted.

“Idiot,” Sandra uttered softly, just enough for Yoel to hear him.

Next, he leaped into the ring and faced his opponent.

At that time, his opponent was a chubby teenager.

His weapon was a long knife, and he was a second-stage True Martial Realm warrior.

However, his aptitude would only be mediocre if he could only achieve the second stage of True Martial Realm at his age.

The chubby teenager understood that, so he did not have much hope to win.

Once Sandra walked into the ring, the chubby boy nervously cupped his hands and greeted, “Please… Please give me… Some advice, Marsha.”

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