Chapter 147

Stiles continued punching the boxing bag, his face overflowing with sweats as he punched the bag.

“Mr Jonathan!.”

Stiles spoke as he stopped to catch his breath.

“Yes,young Stiles!.”

Mr Jonathan responded as he sat on the sofa on the right corner with a glass of wine on his left arm.

“Why am I even doing this shit!?.”

Stiles asked as he bent down to catch his breath.

“Huh, come again.”

Mr Jonathan spoke as he sat on the tip of the sofa.

“I asked, why am I even undergoing this type of training, not that I signed up for a boxing match.”

Stiles spoke as he gazed at Mr Jonathan.

“Well…”

Mr Jonathan spoke as he gazed back at him.

“Mr Jonathan, did you sign me up for a boxing match behind my back?.”

Stiles asked as he stood and curiously gazed at Mr Jonathan, who took a sip on his glass of wine.

“No,young Stiles, why would I do that?”

Mr Jonathan asked as he threw away the boxing magazine he was holding in his right arm.

“Okay, why am I punching a dumb stupid bag?.”

Stiles asked as he angri

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