Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 1620

“Levi’s wisdom shines bright!” Envoy Azure complimented.

As another night of competition ended, various factions and individuals

began to unwind. Some relaxed, while those still in the midst of competition

grasped the chance to rest.

However, there was someone who stood out from the rest.

With a firm grip on his sword, he slipped into a room at an ordinary inn

without making any sound.

Despite the silence, the old man sitting in the room was aware of his

presence and spoke with his eyes shut. “Yosef, you’ve finally come to visit

me?”

Yosef emerged from the darkness.

Despite his pristine appearance, his eyes had lost their sparkle. He was no

longer resembling the vibrant youth he once was.

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The old man asked him with closed eyes. “You’ve approached me, implying

that you have something on your mind. Why not share your thoughts?”

Then Yosef locked his gaze on him, gritting his teeth as he inquired. “Old

godfather, why? I’ve faithfully served you for two decades, but you’ve never

imparted martial arts to me. Instead, you decided to pass on the Art of

to Emmanuel.

immediately. Instead, he slowly

eyes.

aged gaze was as deep as an

you understood yet?” he

don’t understand!” Yosef clenched his

“Is it because his grandfather and father were heroes, while mine

a murderer? Have you already judged me because of

old godfather didn’t respond directly, instead posing a

Je, 4

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“Am I wrong?”

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rose with indignation. “Your

me in darkness, leading to my current

unchanged as he questioned, “Is

what

old godfather of

significant. If you trust me and pass on the mantle

will also trust me. Queenie wouldn’t

path of righteousness rather than the one I’m on now!”

him with a hint of a

sense, but it’s not entirely

His knuckles

let out a long

my most cherished

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right path! However, you should

approval that will lead you there. It’s your journey

that will earn the

a clang, Yosef finally drew his sword. With anger in his voice,

sword at the old godfather. “That’s nonsense!

favoritism towards Emmanuel!”

godfather’s demeanor remained unperturbed. “Perhaps

deserving of my favoritism.”

reason?” Yosef roared, and his eyes blazed with

to gulp down alcohol outside

master and the

butterflies, attracted by the scent of

the room, spreading

passed on the Art of Adaptability to you, it