Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2298 Reliving Old Dreams!

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“Yorick, your sister’s gone crazy! She keeps talking about the nation and world domination or something. I think she’s joined some kind of cult and ran away from home! Now there’s one less income for the family- you need to earn more money!”

Yorick’s mother’s voice echoed through the phone as he stood near the martial arts arena.

Her words grated on his nerves.

As the eldest son, with his father gone, tradition dictated that he should shoulder the family’s burdens. But he was young, brimming with talent and ambition, yearning for a grand stage to prove himself. Being tied down by family affairs–worrying about siblings he’d barely seen–felt like shackles, and he couldn’t help but resent the thought of living such a humble, constrained life.

Still, he replied, “Got it.”

Only after stepping into the arena did he hear the murmurs of the surrounding crowd.

“Hey, did you hear? The tournament’s sponsor promised to marry his daughter to whoever wins the Zovince Grand Martial Tournament!”

“Haha! Mr. Tanner’s daughters are the most stunning beauties in all of Zovince! Especially the elder one— ah, just thinking about her… My, oh, my…”

Hearing the men’s chatter and seeing the gleam in their eyes, Yorick–still in his prime–couldn’t help but wonder just how breathtaking the girl must be.

Raised in a rural village and now striving to make a name for himself in the city, Yorick was at an age where marriage was on his mind. But what he didn’t expect was that the man he would face in the finals… was Santiago.

Back then, the tournament arena was far simpler–a vast open square surrounded by three- and four–story buildings. Thousands of spectators sat shoulder to shoulder on rows of wooden benches, their faces flushed with excitement as they cheered for their chosen fighters.

As Yorick and Santiago stood face–to–face atop the arena, a window in the grandest building nearby slid

open.

dreamy eyes, and skin as fair as snow peeked out, gazing

fighters of this era! That one’s Santiago Adkins–bit of a drunkard, really. Doesn’t have many hobbies besides drinking. He’s got a carefree charm about him, but

gaze lingered slightly longer on the taller, more broad–shouldered man. Though he seemed a bit stern and not one for jokes, she imagined such a man

bodyguard in Mr. Sheffield–Grey’s service. But they say he’s a bit of a dullard–never knows how to claim credit for his

ethereal beauty ever since. With his level of martial skill,

“Ha! It’s you, huh?”

a name for myself. Then,

unable to admit that he wanted to win more for the prize money–and maybe to marry a wife. Compared to Santiago’s grand aspirations,

why are they still

present, amidst the forest of

could see it–the look in their eyes made it clear they were both trapped within the same illusion, reliving the

in illusion. What you’re seeing isn’t just a trick–it’s their memory. Their

Rosa gasped, her eyes

the sheer skill and power they had displayed at such

Within the Illusion…

I’d go with the carefree one. That big guy seems a bit stiff–probably

suddenly appeared beside Jane at

Yorick visibly stiffened.

hearing the same words from

thought. Her faint smile hinted at agreement, though her gaze lingered briefly on Yorick. But before Yorick could notice, Santiago called out to him, pulling his

You look distracted!

smile. “Neither

met in a shared moment of understanding before they lunged at each other, igniting a

would shake the world.

watched those tapes with awe–and despair–marveling at the seemingly insurmountable gap between ordinary fighters and saints,