7:50 AM, Alexander arrived alone at the boxing gym.
Thorne was standing by the side door waiting for him. When he saw Alexander arrive, he hurried forward.
“Young Master Reynolds, why are you only just getting here? Your match has been moved up to the very first one. I heard someone important is coming.”
“Someone important? Who?”
“I don’t know exactly. But I noticed Amadeus—your opponent—seems a bit off. A bunch of coaches and doctors went into his resting room. I have no idea what they’re doing.”
Alexander smiled faintly, not taking Thorne’s words to heart.
“Alright, no need to be so nervous. My match is starting soon, right?”
“Yes, in less than ten minutes.”
Thorne led Alexander to the locker room.
Alexander changed into his gear and then calmly walked down the entrance corridor
