"Okay," Philip Lefevre agreed. Turning to see Stella Lockwood, he gave a slight bow. "Miss Lockwood."
Stella Lockwood nodded.
Philip Lefevre smiled at Morton Grant and said, "I lost again. Why don't you change and have a go with Mr. Quinn? Let's see how long you and your Boxing can last before you're defeated..."
Morton Grant chuckled and asked his boss, "Another round? It's been a while for me."
Stella Lockwood was a little surprised. This refined and gentle-looking Morton Grant actually knew Boxing. 'Looks really can be deceiving.'
"Not today." There was a table to the side with a pot of tea on it. He went over, poured a cup, and took a couple of sips. He glanced at Stella Lockwood. "Wait a moment, I'm going to take a shower. Sorry about the sweat..." He turned and went to wash up.
Philip Lefevre sized up Stella Lockwood again. 'This is the first time a woman has visited Vista Palace. This girl has broken the boss's rules yet again. Impressive.'
