Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 751 Male Competition

Although the place was merely meant for employees to relax and unwind, the Cloudex Corporation's status ensured that it was fully equipped.

Even fencing gear was available, complete with full suits.

The executives had originally been accompanying the two CEOs for a routine inspection. However, now they stood watching as the CEOs donned white fencing suits, each gripping a long sword in the arena.

The two men looked like ancient swordsmen.

The fencing suits were form-fitting, hugging their figures. The top connected seamlessly to the pants, with not an inch of excess fabric, highlighting the precision and elegance inherent in the sport.

Moreover, since both men were tall and lean, they looked particularly good in this attire.

Standing face to face, they put on their metal masks.

The fine mesh of the helmets covered their faces, but it couldn't hide the sharpness in their eyes.

At the signal from an executive acting as a referee, the two men swiftly lunged at each other with their swords.

Emelie happened to run into Lyle as he returned from outside.

When he learned that she was heading to Cloudex Corporation and remembered that he hadn't properly greeted William yet, he opened the passenger door and said, 'Hop in. I'll go with you."

When they arrived at Cloudex Corporation, the building was eerily quiet.

was because it was lunchtime and the

Wesley and the others

anxious as he said, "Ma'am,

the fourth floor

they doing

Lyle into the elevator and

they stepped out of the elevator, they saw a crowd gathered at the lounge entrance, watching

puzzled while Lyle pushed through the

they got inside, they saw two men in fencing suits. Their stances were

Emelie was stunned.

and Ashton were nervously observing from the side, and there

could fight like this." Lyle thought that he had learned something

as she watched

and Wesley had been raised with elite education from

to score points by touching the opponent's

seemed to have no time limit, nor were they keeping score. Their strikes

onlookers were murmuring. 'How do you even determine the winner here? Are they going to keep going until

the man on the left thrust

pierced through the protective mask, it would injure the face,

just in time and countered with a thrust

that

exchange showed

couldn't tell who was William and who was Wesley. Their figures