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.

as fair as snow peeked out, gazing curiously at the

are considered the strongest 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

slightly longer on the taller, more broad–shouldered man. Though he seemed

a bit of a dullard–never knows how to claim credit

of martial skill, it hadn’t taken

“Ha! It’s you, huh?”

name for myself. Then, I’m heading to Tocvale to get a good position and become a true hero. Never thought

more for the prize money–and maybe to marry a wife. Compared to

are

present, amidst the forest of Divine Mountain, Santiago and Yorick clashed once

clear they were both

Isabella replied with a faint smile. “Even my powers can’t fully ensnare them in illusion. What you’re seeing isn’t just a trick–it’s their memory. Their very first battle, over thirty years

gasped, her eyes

the explosive spectacle of Emmanuel’s earlier three–on–one battle, the sheer skill and power they had displayed

Within the Illusion…

truly help you, I’d go with the carefree one. That big

suddenly appeared beside Jane at the

Yorick visibly stiffened.

maid’s comment, he might have ignored it. But hearing the same

though her gaze lingered briefly on Yorick. But

Yorick! What’s with you? You look distracted! I’m warning you–I won’t be holding

forced a smile.

moment of understanding before they lunged at each other, igniting a battle

would shake the world.

Zovince watched those tapes with awe–and despair–marveling at the seemingly insurmountable gap between ordinary fighters and saints, a difference that might have been