Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 117

Hogan just scoped out Maxwell's dirt at the auction. No word on him tying the knot with Rosemary, but sure as heck found some juicy gossip about him and another chick.

So, this dude was likely bad news! Plus, both were heading to splitsville, and his antics right now? Total clingy disaster.

Thinking that, Hogan puffed up again, tongue-in-cheek, all slouched and smirky, oozing a “couldn't-care-less” vibe, "Can't you see she's totally not into you? You'd think a silver spooner like you, raised with all the bells and whistles, would get a clue, huh?"

Maxwell's eyes were swirling with a storm that could tear him apart, "And who the hell are you to butt into our business?"

His voice was low and razor-sharp, every word crystal. Dude looked like a slick, suit-and-tie kinda guy who'd get floored with one hand, but the vibe he gave off was straight-up savage.

Both guys were young and full of fight; none could stand such blatant provocation, especially since they couldn't stand each other to begin with. Who threw the first punch? Nobody knew, but it was on!

They went at it, no holding back, punches that made people fear for their life just hearing them!

Hogan landed a solid one on Maxwell's left cheek, but got a nasty kick to the gut in return, stumbling back a few steps before catching his balance. Even with muscles for padding, it felt like his insides got rearranged.

"Ouch."

He winced, but then gave Maxwell a surprised eyebrow raise. These past years on the team, one-on-one, few could touch him.

Turned out, this guy could throw down. Hogan clicked his tongue, dropped the casual facade, leaned forward, and motioned with his hand, "Come at me."

Maxwell wiped the blood from his lip, shrugged off his jacket, ditched the tie and cufflinks on the ground, and popped a few buttons for good measure, loosening up for the brawl.

The scene made the security guard feel like his head was gonna explode! If he didn't step in, the two would catch the show right at the front door - no way to spin that. But stepping in? He was out of his league!

He didn't know Hogan from Adam, but they sure knew who Maxwell was. To tussle with him, this guy had to be someone.

Soft approach? Tried that. Didn't work. Hard approach? No way, and it looked like a losing battle.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the guard turned to the one who stirred up the mess, only to find she'd already made herself scarce. He hustled after her, "Ms. Chambers, wait! At least try to break it up. If this keeps up, our front gate's toast!"

Even the barrier arm was nearly snapped in two!

Rosemary knew about the fight, glanced back at the two men doing their violent dance, pure ferocity. But both were smart enough to know their limits.

When the guard asked for help, Rosemary didn't even look back, "Let them be. They'll stop when they've had enough. No need to intervene."

The guard, stunned, looked back and forth between the battered duo, the busted barrier, and the blood sprinkles on the ground, then back at the departing Rosemary.

Ms. Chambers was one tough cookie! Wasn't the script supposed to have her running in, arms wide, forcing them to stop?

Biting the bullet, the guard chased her down again, because she could remain unruffled, but honestly, what if it went too far, and someone died?