Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody and Edward) novel Chapter 401

Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband
Chapter 401 Doesn't Count
He lifted his phone, his voice sharp and controlled. "Jake, ignore what Melody said."

"The rules allow any form of combat. When she challenges you to box, use judo instead. Aim for her weak spot, and finish it quickly."

"You'll win."

Robson's expression remained neutral, but he fully grasped the weight of his orders.

For Jake to win by deception would destroy everything Melody had worked to uphold.

It wasn't just about her, either. If Jake followed through, it would tarnish Cleussau's reputation—a name built on fairness and integrity.

The institution itself would become the very force to shatter the principles it once stood for.

On the international stage, Cleussau's prestige and influence would collapse. Its legacy would become a laughingstock.

But what did it matter?

If his daughter claimed victory, if Melody's sacrifices amounted to nothing, Cleussau's standing and the justice it symbolized could burn. None of it mattered to Robson.

Parents always make selfish choices for their children.

His instructions went straight to Jake through the earpiece. Jake stood rooted, his eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't respond right away.

Instead, he remained silent.

Melody finished her speech, and Bernard, quick to act, stepped forward. He carried two pairs of boxing gloves.

These weren't ordinary gloves. They were custom-made, one-of-a-kind.

The bright red fabric featured cheerful cartoon designs hand-drawn by Melody herself. The personal touch gave them an oddly tender charm.

Jake accepted his pair with a fleeting hesitation. They felt unfamiliar in his hands, their weight oddly significant. His gaze sharpened as he studied them.

The gloves weren't just any gloves—they belonged to Spencer. A delicate purple cartoon unicorn was embroidered on them with meticulous care.

The design was so precise. It was clear that whoever made it had poured hours into the task.

Jake stared at the stitching for a moment, his thoughts briefly snagged.

Something about the design stirred a faint sense of recognition.

After a pause, he slipped them on.

To the audience, this action seemed to confirm his agreement to Melody's terms: a fair and straightforward boxing match.

Robson, sitting nearby, absently adjusted the strap of his luxury watch.

His outward calm betrayed nothing, but his mind was focused.

If Jake executed the ambush as planned, he'd not only win the championship but also secure the coveted Veinspire Codex.

Victory was just a breath away.

The arena pulsed with energy, the crowd alive with anticipation. The Moores had worked quickly, ensuring the new octagonal cage was ready without delay.

Melody and Jake stood across from each other, their eyes locked.