Michael’s hands gripped your waist right before you left on the plane. Why was he allowed here without a ticket? Maybe it was because he was a rich man who no one liked to defy. Or maybe he had fought his way here. Though now, he was here now.

“Don’t.” He said. You had gotten an amazing offer from Blue Lock by Paris x Gen, it would allow you to become a professional soccer player with ease. But meeting a man from Bastard München would be impossible.

But Michael wouldn’t let you go.