The Queen's Back (Mona and Maxwell) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 

Albert faced his opponent, who was taller than him. While he didn’t have the height advantage, he was young and strong and often fought. Maxwell, on the other hand, was the type to sit in office all day, so Albert figured Maxwell’s stamina couldn’t match his own 

The more Albert thought about it, the more confident he felt about winning 

Maxwell, however, didn’t dwell on it too much. He just wanted to wrap this up quickly and go back to find Mona. They both had to work every day, and their time together was limited to the evenings. He was already annoyed that this precious time was being wasted by Albert.. 

With a disdainful glance at Allsert, Maxwell beckoned him to start. 

Seeing Maxwell’s actions, Albert felt insulted. Without much thought, he rushed straight at Maxwell, fists clenched, ready to punch him in the face. 

The momentum would give him more power, and before he reached Maxwell, he swung his arm, aiming to strike his face. Maxwell shifted slightly to dodge the blow and immediately kicked Albert in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. He looked down at him, saying, “With skills like that, you think you can take me on? Come at me again” 

After stepping back, Maxwell waved his hand, inviting Albert to try again. 

Albert wouldn’t take such provocation lying down. He quickly got back on his feet, crossed his arms, and flexed his wrists. His eyes sparkled with determination as he charged at Maxwell again. 

The sounds of their fight echoed through the garden. Polly, hearing the commotion, rushed to tell Mona. The moment Mona learned they were fighting outside, she dashed down without even grabbing a jacket. 

She knew how skilled Maxwell was. He’d proven that during their last altercation. As she hurried down, her concern was primarily for Albert. 

Though Albert often got into minor scuffles at school, he was up against someone who clearly had serious fighting skills. 

She feared that Maxwell might get too carried away and hurt Albert badly, possibly sending him to the hospital. If that happened, it would upset her grandparents. After all, Albert was their beloved grandson, spoiled since childhood. They could hardly bear to see him in pain. 

As she approached the scene, Mona confirmed her fears. Maxwell stood triumphantly over Albert, who lay on the ground clutching his stomach. Mona could hear Maxwell’s icy voice asking. “Do you yield?” 

She could hardly believe it was Maxwell’s voice. As she drew closer, she noticed his expression was emotionless, radiating an intimidating aura. 

This was someone entirely different from the Maxwell she knew At that moment, she realized that he only smiled and softened his voice around her. 

Albert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied defiantly, “No! Let’s go again!” 

Mona interjected quickly, “Why are you two fighting? Just stop already.” 

Hearing her familiar voice, Maxwell turned to look at her, momentarily distracted, and in that instant, Albert threw a punch at his jaw. 

Although Albert’s strength was considerable, he hadn’t been able to get close to Maxwell until now. That punch made Maxwell feel the sting, and he grabbed Albert by the collar, lifting him off the ground with a fierce glare. He then slammed Albert back down, pinning his foot on his chest, rendering him immobile. “Do you concede? Mona is here, and I don’t want 

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to make you look too bad 

For a moment. Mona was torn, unsure whether to feel more sympathy for the injured Maxwell or for Albert, who was being manhandled. She silently observed the two of them. 

Albert bit down hard on his lip, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth. He turned his head away, refusing to look at Maxwell. He didn’t want to admit defeat, but if it hadn’t been for Mona’s arrival distracting Maxwell, he feared he wouldn’t have gotten anywhere near Maxwell all night. 

Reluctantly, he muttered, “Fine, 1 yield, but can you please get your foot off me?* 

Hearing the words he wanted, Maxwell lifted his foot from Albert’s chest and walked over to Mona, looking at her with a hint 

of hurt in his eyes. 

Mona stood in the light, and as Maxwell approached, she noticed the large red bruise at the corner of his mouth, with blood still trickling down. It was clear Albert had landed a solid punch, and her heart ached for him. 

Gently brushing her fingers over his uninjured check, she asked, “Does it hurt? You’re bleeding. I’ll get you some medicine when we go back 

“It hurts.” Maxwell replied, his voice full of feigned helplessness. A big guy like him shouldn’t be complaining about a little bruise, but looking into Mona’s concerned eyes, he found himself unable to deny it. 

After Polly helped Albert up, he looked at the pair with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. Albert was injured as well, and it stung to see them act so cozy, seemingly unconcerned for his well–being.