"Rose's" fame in the boxing ring grew and grew.
This seemingly ordinary girl's movements were always clean and efficient, felling her opponents with a single punch and attracting a large following.
However, the boxing ring only scheduled her for one match a week. Tickets were five times the price of other matches, but the venue was still packed to capacity every time, and the owner was making an absolute killing.
The betting odds on her fights had plummeted from 10-to-1 to 0.2-to-1.
"Rose, this is the money you've earned."
The boxing ring owner placed a bag of cash in front of Aurora Sinclair, his face a fawning mask.
Aurora Sinclair nodded, picked up the bag, and prepared to go out shopping.
"Should I have someone help you carry your things?" the boxing ring owner asked with a smile.
Aurora Sinclair was his cash cow now, so naturally, he had to treat her well and make sure she didn't run off.
Aurora Sinclair glanced at him and nodded again.
