Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 716

Half an hour later, Benedict, who had just finished receiving his IV drip, followed Charles to the small basketball court behind the laboratory.

A professional lawyer was already there, and motivated by the lucrative remuneration, he had swiftly drafted two liability waiver forms.

With no holds barred, the fight might result in the death of one party, and if that happened, the other party wouldn’t be held responsible for whatever happened.

Charles and Nico signed their names and affixed their thumbprints on the two documents, respectively, under the supervision of the lawyer.

Zendaya considerately brought two small stools over, one for herself and the other for her brother. She also prepared two packets of caramel sweets, one box of strawberries, and a plate of cut melon.

“Benny, come quickly. I can’t hold all these things on my own.”

Benedict glanced at her, noticing the pile of food stacked to her height on the stools she was carrying, and a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes. “You’re such a glutton. Can you even fit that much food in your stomach?”

Zendaya chuckled. “This isn’t just for me. I’ve also prepared your portion. After Uncle Nico and Uncle Charles finish fighting, they will surely be parched and want to eat too.”

Her thoughtfulness extended to everyone.

“Girls are so troublesome,” Benedict complained while going over to help lighten his sister’s load by taking some food from the stool.

“You’re the best, Benny. I know you’re just a soft-hearted person with a sharp tongue.”

He snorted indifferently, but his eyebrows were slightly arched. After all, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud, being praised by his little sister.

After watching the lawyer finalize both documents, Charles strode over to help Zendaya carry the stools to the outermost part of the basketball court against the wall.

He squatted down and caressed Zendaya’s petite face, uttering worriedly, “The fight may get a little bloody later. You may feel uncomfortable witnessing it, so why don’t I get Mr. Mallory to bring you to the shopping mall to watch a movie? What do you say, Zendy?”

The little girl was upset for a while after seeing Charles’ hand bleed when he split open the durian with his hand previously, so he reckoned she might feel more distressed this time.

“No. I want to cheer you on, and I’m not afraid.”

“Be good, Zendy.”

Benedict chimed in from the side, “It’s best to get her out of here, or she’ll surely cause trouble later.”

Zendaya shook her head firmly, unwilling to leave.

Charles couldn’t change her mind, so he finally gave up. “Zendy, if you feel uncomfortable watching the fight, take a break, all right?”

“I got it. When did you become so nagging, Uncle Charles?”

Charles didn’t explain further and simply picked Zendaya up onto the stool, then helped her unwrap a packet of caramel sweets and fed her a piece of candy.

got

wasn’t big, but it was more than

basketball court wasn’t big, but it was more than

were the

as a referee of sorts, standing by the wall to observe the fight, ensuring the

opposite

mischievously and

Benedict, who was eating melon by the wall. “Of course I want

win. After all, I don’t want to wear women’s clothing, much less clean the toilet. Although you were the director of the Central

his back, wearing

his head in refusal. “I’ll win fair and square. I don’t need you to

go easy on you.” With that, Nico

and

exchanged blows, fighting

intently while munching on a strawberry. “Wow. It’s so entertaining and pleasing to

in a little

understanding what he meant, continued to watch

punch with all their might without holding

so focused on the brawl that she even forgot to eat her strawberries at times. It seems like they’re

you can

that, Charles was momentarily distracted and

quickly turned black and

mouth at once, feeling both distressed and guilty. “I’m sorry.

blame her and continued

both of them had held back to test

the words Benedict had said to him alone in the room. I must

back his strength by

his fist more forcefully in Charles’ direction at that moment. The latter dodged a split second too slow and was hit

trickled down the corner of his mouth. Cherles

just now. If you

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smirked. “So, ere you giving

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of moves, et times on the erm, other times on his

injuries. Still, he hed to

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her brother’s sleeve weekly. “Benny, who do you think will win?

his lips into e smile.

observing Cherles end Nico’s fight with growing enxiety. Uncle Cherles is hurt. There’s even blood dripping down the corner

fell to the floor three times, end his

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