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.

assumed it was because it was lunchtime and the employees were out eating or

knowing where Wesley and the others were, she called

"Ma'am,

floor was

were they doing

much of it, she led Lyle into the

out of the elevator, they saw

while Lyle pushed through

suits. Their stances were perfect, and their

Emelie was stunned.

and Ashton were nervously observing from the side, and there was no doubt

they could fight like this." Lyle thought that he

frowned as she watched the

and Wesley had been raised with elite education from a young age. Fencing was relatively

was to score points by touching the

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

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

on the left thrust his sword

tip pierced through the protective mask, it would

man on the right blocked the strike just

real swords, that man would

exchange showed

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