The Gladiatorial Arena's private box, through special design, is hidden from the view of the ordinary audience seats located below.
Veronica kicked off her high heels, sitting sideways in Laine's arms, leaning against his chest. The witch had spent a lot of effort meticulously planning and thinking last night, leaving her spirit not in the best condition.
She needed to complete this task as soon as possible to prove she was stronger than Beatrice.
Fortunately, she had a warm harbor by her side. In Laine's embrace, she could lower her guard, let go of her burdens, and allow herself to relax a little.
The woman covered her ears in annoyance, "My God, it's so noisy. Next time you come to this place, come alone. I won't be coming again."
