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.

lunchtime and the employees

Wesley and the

bit anxious as he said, "Ma'am, we're on the fourth floor. Come

correctly, the fourth floor was the employee lounge, wasn't

were they

thinking much of it, she led Lyle into

as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw a crowd gathered at the

puzzled while Lyle

suits. Their stances were perfect, and their attacks were fierce as they continually

Emelie was stunned.

from the side, and there was no doubt that the two

they could fight like this." Lyle thought

frowned as she

education from

aim was to score points by touching the opponent's

limit, nor were they keeping score. Their

murmuring. 'How do you even determine the winner here?

the man on the left thrust his sword at his opponent's

mask, it would injure the face, and the person would

just in time and countered with a thrust toward the other's

that man would

showed

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