**Chapter 82: Is There a Surprise?**

"Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy."

In the evening, outside a high-end apartment in Queens, Reece leaned against the car window, gently humming a tune. A tall figure strode towards the apartment entrance not far away.

"Did you get Sarah upstairs?" 

"Yes, she was quite a handful after drinking too much."

Richard chuckled and got into the car.

"How did she get drunk?" 

Reece asked curiously.

"She brought a drink over and offered it to me. I was worried she was up to something, so I swapped our glasses when she wasn't looking, and she ended up getting drunk."

"You're so bad! Sarah will definitely curse you out when she wakes up tomorrow."

Reece laughed, covering her mouth.

"It's okay, we don't have to go to the set tomorrow."

Richard laughed and started the car.

"But there's still voice work, retakes, and future promotions. You can't escape."

"No worries, she can't beat me up anyway."

"Haha, alright!"

Reece chuckled softly, leaning against the seat and watching the neon lights reflected in the car window. 

"What do you plan to do after filming?"

"Training. My next opponent is the reigning Olympic light heavyweight champion. He's quite strong and won't be easy to deal with."

Richard said.

"I believe you can beat him."

Reece said, clenching her fist.

"Haha, of course!"

Richard fist-bumped her. "What about you? Have you gotten a new role?"

"Yes, in a comedy movie called 'Campus Election Frenzy.' I'm the lead actress. It feels a bit stressful."

Reece propped her chin on her hand.

"You're perfect for comedy movies. You have a sweet look and a charming performance style. I'm sure you'll do great in this role."

"Of course!"

Reece smiled.

Soon, the car arrived in Brooklyn. Richard slowly stopped the car in front of an apartment.

"Do you want to come up for a bit?"

Reece opened the door and hesitated before asking.

Richard looked at her and smiled gently. "A sincere invitation? Then I won't be polite."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Reece's face suddenly turned red. She waved her hands. "I'm not ready to invite you up yet."

"What do you need to prepare for? Is your room messy?"

Richard laughed.

"Yes, it's very messy!"

Reece smiled slightly, waved goodbye, and left the car.

"Richard, thank you!"

Reece's assistant opened the car door, backpack slung over her shoulder, and chased after her.

"Goodbye!"

Richard smiled, waiting until the two of them went upstairs before starting the car and slowly leaving Brooklyn.

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"You're back!"

When he returned to the apartment, Bündchen was still awake, leaning on the sofa reading a magazine.

"Why are you still up?"

Richard took off his jacket and hung it in the closet.

"I'm going to bed soon. Look, I did really well at the London fashion show last time. My photo in Gucci appeared in the inner pages of 'Vogue.'"

Bündchen picked up the magazine, happily showing him.

"Really?"

Richard walked over and took a look. "It looks beautiful, but there's not much fabric."

"Haha, you! Hmm, did you prepare a surprise for me? It smells so good. Is it perfume?"

Bündchen suddenly sniffed.

"Nope!"

Richard smelled himself, noticing her gaze, and slapped his forehead. "It's Sarah. She got drunk, and I took her home and carried her upstairs."

"Really? You don't need to explain. I was just asking, not doubting you."

Bündchen waved her hand indifferently and continued reading the magazine.

Richard's mouth twitched. "Sarah's assistant was also there. We took her upstairs together. I didn't stay a minute longer."

"I got it, I got it. You really don't need to explain. I wasn't suspicious of you."

Bündchen kept her head down, flipping through the magazine, secretly smiling.

"Really don't need to?"

Richard looked down at her.

"Nope!"

Bündchen buried her face in her knees.

"Haha, little liar!"

Richard laughed, picking her up and bouncing her in his arms.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Bündchen clung to his neck.

"Taking a bath together!"

"No, I already took one."

"Then take another!"

Richard laughed, carrying her into the bathroom.

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The next morning, Richard woke up in the warm, soft bed. Sunlight lit up the window, and the room still held the lingering scent of last night.

He stretched, picked up his pants from the floor, and walked into the living room.

Bündchen was already up, doing yoga. Her long legs stretched high, sometimes forming a T-shape, sometimes a crescent shape, looking very graceful.

"Good morning, darling!"

Richard kissed her cheek and sat down beside her to practice yoga together.

He used to know only a few yoga poses, thinking they didn't have much effect. But after learning with Bündchen for a few months, he found that practicing yoga had its benefits. Practicing for a while every morning made his whole body feel relaxed and his muscles more energetic. The longer he persisted, the better the effect.

After practicing for half an hour, they had breakfast together. Richard then drove Bündchen to her company, ran a lap around Youth Park, and around ten o'clock, he walked into the boxing gym.

"Hey, Richard!"

In the training area, Jim Moritz was punching a sandbag, not very enthusiastically.

"Jim, what's wrong?"

Richard asked while changing his gear.

"Richard, someone bullied me. Can you help me get revenge?"

Jim said, pouting.

"Who bullied you?"

"Norman Holliday!"

Jim punched the air angrily.

"What did he do? Tell me, and I'll help you get revenge."

Richard smiled. Norman was rich and arrogant, always causing trouble in the gym. He was the only one who bullied kids.

"Yesterday, new lockers arrived. Alvin said to assign numbers according to the order of joining the gym. Paul got number one, you got number two. I was supposed to get number eight, but Norman took my number eight."

"Is that all? It's no big deal. How about you use my number two locker?"

Richard smiled.

"It's not just that. Paul said from now on, in the gym, whoever has the number one locker is the boss. You're number two, Norman is number eight, and I became number nine."

Jim said, looking displeased.

"That's unacceptable. We'll rearrange according to skill when they arrive. By the way, can you beat Norman?"

"Haha, of course. That guy doesn't practice much, hasn't even memorized the boxing rules, and often fouls during matches. He's the weakest in the gym."

Jim laughed.

"Norman can't even beat you? That's really weak. He needs serious training. Let's train seriously while they're not here. I'll tell you a secret: training when no one's around or when they've left is the most effective. Train hard, and come to me if you have any problems."

"Alright!"

Jim punched the target with determination.

After two or three months of practice, Jim was improving. He recently participated in his school's sports meet and won third place in boxing, performing quite well.

Richard smiled and joined in the training. 

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