He didn't expect Alexander Franklin to be a fighter himself, and the woman too. Who the heck would dare mess with them?
Olivia Ward: ...?
Alexander spoke so convincingly, and the racing staff actually believed him.
Before she could explain, the staff walked away.
Alexander was left facing Olivia, laughed heartily, and said, "Now you can relax, no one here will dare mess with you."
Olivia: ...
"Am I supposed to thank you?!"
Her hand wasn't for fighting; it was injured during a rescue mission and was recovering after surgery.
He just painted himself as a street brawler.
"No need to thank me. Since you're here with me, I'm supposed to take care of you," Alexander said proudly.
Olivia couldn't be bothered to argue with him and directly asked, "Where do I sit to watch the race?"
"Follow me," Alexander nodded his chin to indicate.
Olivia originally thought he'd just take her to a seat, but when Alexander appeared in the stands, it caused a wave of screams:
"Ah, it's Franklin!"
