Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Otherwise, should this news spread, Gautier would face ridicule from others and endure a significant blow to his reputation.

“Farewell then,” Mackenzie declared, her departure accompanied by a resurgence of her Queen of Yeringham demeanor. With Emmanuel by her side, she found solace, knowing she no longer had to fear potential attacks from adversaries.

Recent events had underscored for her the importance of having a fighter, even with financial advantages: Without one, she remained vulnerable to humiliation at the hands of others.

It finally dawned on her why numerous prominent families and CEOs eagerly anticipated the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown. Perhaps they all sought skilled fighters to safeguard their interests.

“Emmanuel, are you going to walk away like that?” Ashton’s voice echoed behind them as they exited together.

“Oh, I suppose you expect me to treat you to dinner?” Emmanuel countered.

“Hmph, I insist you return to the station for a chat. You just assaulted someone in public. Come with me!” she demanded firmly.

He had no choice but to comply with her request.

you go with her. I will attend Ryder’s wedding on your behalf. If you can make it in time, hurry back.” Amidst Mackenzie’s bustling schedule,

twice. Had it not been for Ashton’s

resignedly and left, aware that

interrogate Emmanuel but to learn internal strength from this man. After all, Sage had emphasized the importance of seizing opportunities multiple times. Otherwise, she’d be a folly

to the Luxoria Hotel, where the event was taking

by the turn of events. She couldn’t help but wonder, Wasn’t Tia just supposed to attend the wedding? How did she suddenly become

vehemently oppose this marriage!” She stormed into the dressing room, where Tia sat amidst preparations. With conviction, she voiced her dissent, “Ryder is not only old and

for support. Marianne even hoped to climb the social ladder through her

unwavering. “I can feel that Ryder genuinely likes me. Though he may seem clumsy, and yes, maybe even

I not understand you?” Marianne’s excitement bubbled up, and she blurted out, “You’re practically itching

bubbled up, and she blurted out, “You’re practically itching to become Emmanuel’s

in the dressing room, her embarrassment palpable. She mused, How could Mom say such