Ginevra felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins as the crowd roared around her, celebrating the impressive victory of the Welsh fighter she had placed her bets on. She had taken extra precautions tonight, ensuring her vivid red hair was securely covered by a dark, inconspicuous scarf. The last thing she wanted was for her most distinguishing feature to give her away at this underground bare-knuckle boxing event. Here, secrets were kept, and anonymity was paramount.

As she made her way through the crowd to collect her winnings, her heart skipped a beat when she locked eyes with a familiar face, Mister Bensouda. His connection to her and her family made her pause for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed. Should she acknowledge him? Or should she slip away unnoticed? She desperately tried to read his expression, but the dim lighting, the excitement of the event, and the jostling crowd made it difficult to gauge his thoughts.

Ultimately, she chose to maintain her composure, discreetly pocketing the money handed to her by the bookie. With a calm exterior, she returned to her spot on the bench encircling the boxing ring, hoping that the crowd's energy would help conceal her unease.

As the next match was announced, she tried to focus her attention on the fighters in the ring, allowing herself to be swept up in the raw intensity of the sport. She couldn't help but glance around the ring, trying to spot where Mister Bensouda had ended up.


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