Cupid's Arrow hit me hard!

"Don't take me for a fool. I know what's love," Quinn complained.

Will looked at Julian, then Quinn, who clearly had no idea about love. He chose not to expose the tension between them.

Hang on. He had just revealed that Julian was preparing his sister for something. Yet, Quinn did not seem to get the hint that Julian was worried for her.

"You must hold back during the match later, Will. Don't go all out," Quinn reminded him as her way to change the subject.

Will said, "We're not having a death match. Don't worry. I'll go easy on him."

Julian thanked Will.

Soon, they arrived at Power Fitness.

A few coaches were still around, watching their students train at night.

When they saw Quinn and the rest walking in, they stopped.

"Everyone take a rest and clear some space for me. I'm going up against Mr. Bucham here and have you all witness a match between professionals," Will spoke with a smile, and everyone complied. A coach eyed Julian and asked, "Which gym is he from, Will?"

What audacity for him to challenge the eldest son of the Crawfords right away? Will was one of the strongest in their gym. None of the coaches were a match for him.

"Julian doesn't belong to any gym. He's Quinn's friend from Wiltspoon. He's also trained and wants to have a match with me to learn something."

Will was confident that he could defeat Julian.

Besides, everyone believed that Julian could not last more than three moves once they heard the man was going up against Will.

That was unless Will gave Julian a handicap.

The coach smiled. "We shall enjoy the match between you and Mr. Bucham then."

Will said, "Let's get changed, Julian. We can't go all out in these clothes. We might even ruin them."

Julian smiled and followed him to the changing room.

After they left, Mark announced, "Let's place our bets. I'm betting that my brother will win."

He took out all the money he had on him as he spoke.

Everyone grinned. "All of us will surely place our bets on Will, Mark. Who will bet on Mr. Bucham?"

Quinn told Mark, "If Dad knows you're making everyone place bets again, he'll withhold your allowance for two months. Don't come crying to me or Will if that happens. You won't get a cent of our salary." Mark laughed. "I'm providing some entertainment. Do you want to bet, Quinn?"

"Since everyone chose Will, I'll bet on Julian." Quinn took out some cash from her pocket. After counting, she said, "I only have around eight hundred dollars. Those willing to follow my lead can place their bets on Julian too."