?Chapter 1677:
Rhys, slow to catch on, spent a week in the study. Unable to stand the separation any longer, he honed his romantic skills, tried his hand at seduction once more, and sessfully regained her favor, earning his ce back in bed. And… that was a story for another day.
The next morning, Rhys, frustrated by his failed seduction attempt the previous night, was still forced to sleep on the sofa. His frustration boiling over, he roused every man in the vi for an impromptu, no-holds-barred sparring session at dawn.
He justified this by iming a need to assess their strength ahead of an uing challenge, to better allocate tasks. His method? Ruthless punches. Still, Rhys showed some consideration. He targeted areas that wouldn’t bruise visibly, ensuring that Robbie, Patrick, Thiago, Cillian, and Aldrich, despite feeling battered, looked unscathed at a nce.
The five men suffered silently, with no outlet for their grievances.
For the first time, Thiago and the others envied the women. Aside from the unperturbed Harlee, Alina and Serena slept soundly in their rooms.
On the beach, after the grueling session, Rhys looked at Robbie, the only one still on his feet, brushed the sand off himself, and surveyed the group. Despite their efforts, none had managed to challenge Rhys effectively.
“Too weak,” Rhys dered, his toneced with contempt.
“I allowed you to organize yourselves and take turns against me, yet none of you gained an advantage. Have you grown toocent? Perhaps what you need is a taste of real hardship.”
Without another word, Rhys walked back to the vi, his emotions under control.
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Only when Rhys was out of sight did the five men dare to rx and breathe easier. Though filled withints, none voiced them, understanding the delicate bnce between immediate gratification and their ongoing well-being.
However, Thiago broke the silence with a heavy tone, “This was my first real fight with Rhys, and now I truly understand the saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together.’ His abilities are frightening, just like Harlee’s!”
Aldrich’s voice was somewhat agitated.
“Is he even human? The five of us together couldn’t take him down!”
“The scariest part is how he predicts every move.”
Robbie remained unusually silent, contemting the daunting scenario that if Rhys became an adversary, everyone from the Shadow Moon Society would likely end up miserable.
Patrick, despite his long tenure working for Rhys, was equally taken aback by the intensity of Rhys’ prowess.
Since meeting Harlee, Rhys had intentionally downyed his abilities, allowing her to take the spotlight, which caused Patrick to forget Rhys’ true strength. After this morning’s intense sparring session, Patrick was starkly reminded. Not just the five of them, but even adding Alina and Serena, all of them likely wouldn’t stand a chance against Rhys. After all, Rhys harbored a deeply concealed identity—the leader of the Sovereign of the Underworld, a figure even the highest authorities feared.
As for Cillian, he remainedposed. His submission to Rhys stemmed from a deep respect for Rhys’ formidable strength. Each confrontation with Rhys reignited an inexplicable fear in Cillian, reminding him of the mastery he had always aspired to but never reached.
For a long while after the session, the five men remained motionless on the sand. Finally, Cillian broke the silence.
“Don’t doubt yourselves. We aren’t weak. It’s just that Mr. Green’s strength is too overwhelming.”
With that, Cillian dismissed any concerns the others might have had and made his way to the vi’s special training ground. Cillian habitually retreated to the training ground after each sparring session with Rhys to rebuild his confidence. He was proud and relied on this routine to prevent feeling disheartened.
As Cillian left, Robbie cheerfully followed, attempting to pat Cillian on the shoulder but somehow his hand slipped to Cillian’s waist. Then, Robbie felt a hand on his own shoulder.
Robbie didn’t react, oddly and yfully bumping Cillian with his hip.
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