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 lunchtime and

knowing where Wesley and the

bit anxious as he said, "Ma'am, we're

remembered correctly, the fourth floor was

were they

into the elevator and

of the elevator, they saw a crowd gathered at the lounge

Lyle pushed through the

they got inside, they saw two men in fencing suits. Their stances were perfect, and their attacks were fierce as they continually struck at

Emelie was stunned.

and there was no doubt that the two men

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

frowned as she watched the

Wesley had been raised with elite education from a young age.

typical fencing matches, the aim was to score points by touching the opponent's body within a set time limit. The

have no time limit, nor were they keeping score. Their strikes were also a bit

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

then, the man on the left thrust his

through the protective mask, it would injure the face, and the person would definitely be

blocked the strike just in time and

swords, that man would be

showed

and who was Wesley. Their figures looked too similar, both encased in fencing