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.

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

if Hawk won, it wouldn't have

remained silent under Jared's reprimand while other Snake team members tried to

Lysander; he's not

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

won." Lysander touched the medal around his neck without

peak as an eSports player-the prime of his career. Yet he chose

the Emerson family. As their sole heir who had missed out on much professional training in

profession-an irreplaceable glory that belongs only

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away a tear before looking up again

patted his head. "Since you've made your choice, don't regret it. Life has many crossroads; it's your path." Lysander looked at Tina and nodded

more; she knew Lysander was smart enough to understand that even if he chose eSports now, retirement would come eventually-and by then, there might be no place for him in the

money but for his mother. He couldn't let anyone in the Emerson family look down on him; for her sake, he

said, "Go say goodbye to your

join us for

waved her hand dismissively. "No, I have a

as determination filled his eyes. Tina, I've regretted once;

lot, a low-key black luxury car slowly drove out.

best to dress Jared's cleaning outfit while Jared allowed her

them was Nathan Lehman who glanced back and thought that only Tina could treat Mr. Farrell this

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