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, she maintained a commendable sense of

Had it not been for

He sighed resignedly and left, aware that lingering could be construed as

man. After all, Sage had emphasized the importance of seizing opportunities multiple times. Otherwise, she’d be a folly if she didn’t take

Ryder led Tia to the Luxoria Hotel,

bewildered 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 the bride?

“Ryder is not only old and unattractive but now paralyzed too! You’re my only daughter; I cannot allow you to

divorcing her husband, Marianne and Tia had leaned on each other for support. Marianne even hoped to climb the social ladder through her son-in-law’s assistance. Yet, Ryder fell drastically short of Marianne’s ideal image of a son-in-law, presenting a

me. Though he may seem clumsy, and yes, maybe even ugly to some, he has a good

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

How could I not understand you?” Marianne’s excitement 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 a