Chapter 857

The coach suppressed a laugh as he helped Zachary Whitmore down, guiding him to the side to rest. "The doctor will be here soon."

Then, he handed the phone back to Zachary.

That video was explosive. Evelyn Sinclair had given Zachary every opportunity to land a hit, yet he still lost!

The coach, far more skilled, had sparred with her professionally, leaving room for her to improve.

This was what a real opponent looked like. A true professional.

Zachary watched them spar, teeth clenched, eyes burning with frustration. He hadn’t expected Evelyn to be this good.

He pulled out his phone and recorded another clip—Evelyn, swift and fierce, her movements sharp and effortless. She looked breathtaking.

He uploaded it to his private social media, where only his old circle could see.

Within minutes, the video reached Nathan Blackwood.

Nathan studied it for a long moment before dialing Zachary without hesitation.

When Zachary saw the caller ID, his pain vanished, replaced by sheer exhilaration. He nearly kissed his phone.

He steadied his voice before answering. "Mr. Blackwood—"

He used to call Nathan by his nickname, like Tristan Whitmore did. But not anymore. Not unless Nathan allowed it.

"Did you film this?" Nathan’s voice was icy.

"Yes."

"Is she still there?"

Zachary glanced at Evelyn, who remained oblivious. "Yes."

"Send me the address. And delete that video."

Nathan hung up.

He didn’t want Evelyn exposed like this. That version of her—powerful, radiant—was for his eyes only.

Zachary quickly sent the location and exhaled. Maybe it wasn’t too late to fix things.

Less than thirty minutes later, Nathan arrived.

Evelyn descended from the ring, drenched in sweat, exhilarated. The spar had been intense, and she loved it.

The coach, impressed, had never met someone so naturally gifted—and so stunning. Even when he pushed her, she never complained.

Evelyn grabbed her water bottle, about to head for the showers, when she spotted Nathan.

Zachary, cradling his dislocated arm, was speaking to him.

Nathan’s cold gaze locked onto her, making her frown. He was like a shadow she couldn’t shake.

Ignoring Zachary, Nathan strode toward her, his expression softening slightly as he glanced at the coach beside her.

His voice was low. "What brought you here?"

He handed her a towel.

Evelyn considered ignoring him, but the tension was too thick.

"It was on the way from Kingsley Tech."

Nathan wasn’t surprised. This gym was close to Kingsley Tech. Knowing Evelyn, she wouldn’t wander into a random gym without reason.

Zachary had mentioned she came with a female friend who’d gone to meditate.

Evelyn shot Zachary a look. So that’s why Nathan was here.

Zachary avoided her gaze, lingering awkwardly in the corner.

Evelyn shrugged. "I’m going to shower. Make yourselves at home."

She left without another word.

She showered quickly, changed, and emerged with her damp hair loose.

Nathan was still there, seated nearby, speaking to Zachary with an air of detached authority.

Zachary looked like he was addressing royalty.

Just as Nathan stood to approach her, a voice called from the entrance.

"Ready to go?"

It was Preston Sinclair.