#Chapter 242: Don’t Test Me

Lilia’s POV I stood there, furious as Greg, the head commissioner, continued talking to the press, telling them about his asinine plan for a winner-takes-all fighting contest. The absolute nerve of this man. I had already told him this was a terrible idea! He’d known I wasn’t a good fighter and he still was going through with this! I glared at him, hoping he could see me in the crowd, but the bastard didn’t look at me even once. Only after the announcement, when all of the contenders were being sent home, was I finally able to speak with him. I walked right up to him and said, “What the hell?” Looking nervously around, he grabbed my arm and then pulled me in inside of one of the nearby venues. Yet, that wasn’t good enough for him either. He led me further into a supply closet of all places. There, with the door closed and locked behind us he faced me. The bastard had the nerve to try to kiss me! I shoved him away. Just because we occasionally had sex did not mean I was