Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 395: Are the Cleaning Tools in Your Team of Such Poor Quality?

The moment the world champion received the trophy, he announced his retirement. This news exploded within the entire competitive circle. Lysander's retirement instantly made headlines, surpassing even the buzz of Hawk winning another championship. However, the person who took it the hardest was Orson.

"Winning against me and then retiring? How is that different from those irresponsible guys who ditch someone after sleeping with them?" Orson fumed.

Theodore pondered for a moment. "Captain, that might not be the best way to put it."

Orson shot him a glare, his handsome face almost consumed by rage. "Then tell me how to put it!"

No one dared to speak further. Orson, unable to contain his anger, picked up his phone and called Lysander, cursing him out for a full ten minutes without repeating himself once. Lysander said nothing and hung up as soon as Orson paused to catch his breath.

Listening to the dial tone, Orson's face darkened to a point where even the grim reaper would have stepped back. Theodore quickly leaned away. Everyone knew that Orson was most terrifying when he was silent rather than when he was shouting.

Orson gripped his phone tightly, his fingertips turning white. Suddenly, with a loud bang, he smashed the phone on the ground and turned to find Lysander. But standing behind him was Jared, who was even more intimidating than the grim reaper.

"Brother," Orson immediately lowered his head. "I was wrong. You can punish me."

Jared sat down calmly, his long legs crossed and his broad back resting against the sofa. He looked up and asked, "What did you do wrong?"

"I embarrassed you."

Jared's cold eyes flashed. "You still don't know what you did wrong and yet you have the nerve to go confront Lysander?"

Orson's shoulders trembled; he nearly collapsed to the floor. He knew that his brother was truly angry this time.

"You knew it was a trap but still jumped in. Why did you insist on solo-killing Lysander in the third game? You ignored defending high ground just to beat Lysander and neglected your team. Have you forgotten everything I've told you these past few days?" Jared's questions left Orson speechless.

because of him. His desire for combat disrupted team coordination, giving Hawk an opening. Their team's greatest strength was their synergy,

teamwork, even if Hawk won,

Jared's reprimand while other Snake team members tried

Lysander; he's not

are no excuses!" Jared shouted angrily, smashing a small marble tea table with one hand. Orson had never seen Jared so furious before and sensed that his brother's anger wasn't just about losing the match. Meanwhile, on

medal around his neck without much excitement

as an eSports

also due to pressure from the Emerson family. As their sole heir who had missed out on

"How could I not? This is my favorite profession-an irreplaceable glory that belongs only to me. Letting go is

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his head and discreetly wiped away a tear before

choice, don't regret it. Life has many crossroads;

if he chose eSports now, retirement would come eventually-and by then, there might be no place for him in

wasn't doing this for money but for his mother. He couldn't let anyone in

withdrew her hand and said, "Go say goodbye

join us

away, Tina waved her hand dismissively. "No, I

into the distance as determination filled his

black luxury car slowly drove out. Sitting in the backseat with

how best to dress Jared's cleaning outfit while Jared allowed her free rein over

back and thought that only Tina could treat Mr. Farrell

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