Winning Her Heart Back

 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."Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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

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

Not knowing where Wesley and the others were, she called Marcel.

Marcel's voice sounded a bit anxious as he said, "Ma'am, we're on the fourth floor. Come quickly." The fourth floor?

If Emelie remembered correctly, the fourth floor was the employee lounge, wasn't it?

What were they doing there?

Without thinking much of it, she led Lyle into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw a crowd gathered at the lounge entrance, watching something.

Emelie was puzzled while Lyle pushed through the crowd.

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

Emelie was stunned.

Marcel and Ashton were nervously observing from the side, and there was no doubt that the two men were William and Wesley.

"I didn't know they could fight like this." Lyle thought that he had learned something new.

Emelie frowned as she watched the match.

Both William and Wesley had been raised with elite education from a young age. Fencing was relatively easy for them.

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

However, their duel seemed to have no time limit, nor were they keeping score. Their strikes were also a bit too sharp.

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

Just then, the man on the left thrust his sword at his opponent's face!

If the tip pierced through the protective mask, it would injure the face, and the person would definitely be hurt!

Everyone gasped. Fortunately, the man on the right blocked the strike just in time and countered with a thrust toward the other's abdomen.

If these were real swords, that man would be injured too.

Their exchange showed no mercy

Emelie couldn't tell who was William and who was Wesley. Their figures looked too similar, both encased in fencing suits.

She had no choice but to call out, "Cronus!"

The man on the left turned his head at the sound.

Wesley's momentary distraction gave William the perfect opportunity to land a strike on his chest.

Wesley stumbled back a few steps.

Emelie immediately rushed over to support him. 'Wesley, are you okay?"

With Wesley's face hidden behind the mask, she couldn't see his expression. She quickly stood on tiptoe to remove his helmet.

Wesley bent down as she did so. Once his mask was off, he smiled as usual and said, "It's just fencing, not a real fight. How could I be hurt?"

He brushed aside his slightly tousled bangs. "What brings you here?"

Even though it was just fencing, that didn't mean injuries couldn't happen, especially with the way they were fighting.

Emelie didn't speak. She anxiously ran her hands over his chest and arms, checking for injuries.

She was never one to display affection in front of others. Whether it was with William back then or Wesley later, she always kept her feelings in check.

This was the first time she had shown such closeness in public. Her worry and concern for him were obvious to anyone watching.