Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism
Chapter 375 He Took a Beating

Violeta was an artist, and her appearance was her most valuable asset.

It was simple for people to offer kind words.

But when things escalated to this point, few were willing to step up and take the beating on her behalf.

Eugene, however, was willing to do so.

In Violeta's eyes, Eugene was a man of outstanding loyalty and responsibility.

She had indeed chosen the right manager.

Lydia had made a terrible mistake back then.

Violeta said, "Eugene, actually, I—"

Eugene interrupted, "Enough, stop trying to talk me out of this. Beauty, it seems like we can't get Wendy. We'll have to come up with another plan."

Even at this critical moment, Eugene was still thinking about work. He was a true workaholic.

Just as he finished speaking, James had already set up the stage.

His servants had brought in a sofa and a table with unopened wine bottles. A woman stepped forward to open the bottle and let it breathe.

James sat on the sofa, his posture arrogant.

With a slight tilt of his chin, a bodyguard stepped forward.

He asked, "Time's up. Who's going up on stage?"

Eugene took off his coat and stepped forward.

Aster exclaimed, "No, don't do it! Mr. Scott, come back."

Felix said, "Stop shouting, Aster. If Mr. Scott gets distracted, it could be dangerous. There's a medical kit in the car. Go get it just in case."

Aster replied, "Alright."

Violeta stood by the side, watching the situation.

Eugene took the stage.

Prince James gave a signal. His bodyguard swung his fist towards Eugene.

The punch was as swift as lightning, slicing through the air.

Eugene barely dodged, but another punch followed. He avoided the first, but couldn't escape the second. His right chest took the full impact, causing him to stumble. James took a sip of wine. He frowned his brow with a look of disdain when he saw Eugene get hit.

He commented, "Pathetic! There's nothing worth watching here."

Wendy remained silent.

Violeta watched as Eugene took blow after blow. Her brow was slightly furrowed.

She glanced at the prince and studied his expression.

James clearly knew Eugene had no chance of winning, yet he hadn't stopped the fight.

Did he want to see someone seriously hurt?

Anger rose within Violeta.

The bodyguard kicked Eugene to the floor. Aster had just retrieved the medical kit from the car when she returned and saw Eugene falbto the ground.

Aster let out a scream when she saw Eugene's miserable state.

"Oh my god! Mr. Scott!"

Felix rushed to the stage to offer his support.

The bodyguard made a disdainful remark in Elic, "If you help him up, you lose."

Felix retorted, "Losing is fine. Are you going to kill him?"

Violeta stepped forward. She calmly removed her watch and said, "Let's switch. I'll fight you."

Eugene struggled to his feet, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Violeta in disbelief. "Beauty, what are you doing?"

Aster put down the medical kit and asked, "Ms. White, are you crazy?"

Violeta handed the watch to Aster and told Felix, "Help him to the car to get some rest."

She had wanted to offer to fight earlier, but Eugene had cut her off.

Violeta watched for a while before realising Eugene would suffer

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He was enjoying this brutal sport.

This wasn't an underground boxing ring, and there were no bets placed.

Violeta couldn't stand seeing them bully Eugene.

Eugene protested, "Beauty, don't go. Cough, cough—"

Without a hair tie, Violeta used a thermometer from the medical kit to pin her hair up.

She tilted her head and glanced at Eugene, comforting him, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

A mid-fight substitution was unexpected for everyone.

The bodyguard informed James about the switch.

James leaned back on the sofa, savouring his wine, and watched Violeta with amusement.

Even Wendy was stunned.

This woman is gutsy. Did she not see how badly her companion was beaten?

Did she think she could eudure it better?

James neither agreed nor disagreed. He simply placed his wine glass on the table.