Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
Chapter 2082; Gwain Left Ashamed
“Did you all hear that? Gwain wasn’t even Yorick’s final target!”
“Who Santiago is doesn’t even matter now. It looks like Yorick never saw Mr. Gwain as a serious opponent from the start.”
“Exactly! Mr. Gwain held back this whole time; he sure has some patience!”
“Is it possible he’s afraid of that Shoiyan Martial Saint?”
“Shh! What nonsense are you talking about? Mr. Gwain is incredibly strong; he wouldn’t be afraid of the Shoiyan Martial Saint! Maybe he just thinks Yorick isn’t even worth his time.” The crowd buzzed with speculation, each person voicing their thoughts.
Meanwhile, Emmanuel prepared to leave since he had a wedding to attend.
“Mr. Gwain, you should say something, or the public opinion about the Lannister family might take a hit,” Wyatt whispered to him.
Only then did Gwain stand, leaping onto a higher platform to draw everyone’s attention. Onlookers gasped.
“Holy cow, Mr. Gwain is incredible!”
“See that? Mr. Gwain is practically flying! He’s the strongest in Chanaea!” Hearing these praises brought some color back to Gwain’s face, and he raised his hands, signaling for quiet.
“Boss, what’s the dumbo up to?” Sage muttered. “He wouldn’t move a muscle when Yorick was here, and now he’s all fired up!” Emmanuel smirked but didn’t respond.
“Everyone, I’ve heard your concerns about whether anyone in Chanaea can defeat that arrogant Shoiyan Martial Saint, so I want to say a few words!” Gwain began, now appearing calm and composed. After all, Yorick had left.
“Rest assured, if the Eight SuprGrandmasters of Zovince were truly to fall one by one, I would personally step up on behalf of Chanaea to face and defeat Yorick!” Gwain declared confidently. The crowd erupted in cheers.
“Mr. Gwain! Mr. Gwain!”
“Mr. Gwain is unbeatable!”
“Teach those Shoiyan scoundrels a lesson and bring honor to Chanaea! Gwain basked in the attention, feeling as if he was born to be at the top. Silently, he encouraged himself-this was only a test along his path. He was sure he would eventually master the Dragon Tome, defeat both Emmanuel and Yorick, and truly become the strongest in the world.
Naturally, the disciples of the Ironleaf Clan felt bitter about his words. This was their home ground, and Gwain’s words implied he was more powerful than their master.
After a while, Gwain called for silence again. “But I believe Master Cavanaugh’s defeat today was merely due to a momentary lapse. There are still other suprgrandmasters capable of stopping the Shoiyans!” This softened the blow for the Ironleaf Clan, giving them an out.
Emmanuel, shaking his head, turned to leave. But as he got into his car, preparing to depart, Yorick suddenly returned. This time, he wasn’t in a vehicle but riding his tiger, leaping straight onto the Ironleaf Clan’s rooftop.
Gwain froze in shock, his face turning pale. Why has the Martial Saint returned?! Luckily for him, Yorick merely rode past him on the tiger, not even sparing him a glance. Instead, he struck the Ironleaf Clan’s sign, shattering it.
“I’ll put up a plaque here once I’ve defeated all the grandmasters,” Yorick announced, a cold smile on his face.
“However, any clan I defeat must leave a mark of surrender.” With that, he cast a final glance at Gwain, almost deliberately, before leaping from the rooftop and vanishing from sight. The crowd, if anything, was left in even greater shock and disbelief, murmurs once again rippling through the scene.
Meanwhile, Gwain stood frozen, not daring to move.
“D*mn, that Shoiyan Martial Saint has zero respect for anyone!”
“Why is Mr. Gwain holding back so much? Is he too proud or what?” “If I had Mr. Gwain’s skills, I’d teach that guy a lesson right now!”
“This is infuriating!”
“Honestly, Gwain’s reputation might just be all talk. Emmanuel Lowe’s barely known, yet he had the guts to challenge Yorick. But with all his fame, Gwain hasn’t even made a peep!”
“Exactly, what a coward! Pathetic!” Listening to the whispers around him, Gwain felt utterly humiliated, to the point he wished he could disappear. If the crowd weren’t so large, he might have lashed out at those calling him a coward and trash. Ultimately, he tried to maintain a dignified facade, but this time, his attempts fell flat-many people were no longer buying it, leaving him even more embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Emmanuel had already left, heading for Chapman Estate. In Zovince, owning even half a bathroom in Zone 2 marked one as exceptionally wealthy. The Chapman family’s home, spanning hundreds of acres, made it clear they were among the elite. Even The Paramount Regency, where the wedding was taking place, belonged to the Chapmans. The attendees of the Chapman-Tanner marriage alliance were naturally members of Zovince’s elite; just getting inside was a status symbol.
“Boss, entry into the hotel is tightly regulated, so it’s taking a bit longer than usual,” Sage reported, leaning in at Emmanuel’s window just as he was about to get out of the car.
Emmanuel nodded, but his gaze drifted to a woman being escorted out, who looked remarkably composed despite her dismissal.
“Ashton?” Emmanuel recognized her instantly and, guessing the situation, got out of the car and hurried after her.
Ashton didn’t realize she was being followed as she walked to a quiet corner by a landscaped stream, sitting down on the grass, stewing with frustration. “Nathan Chapman, you jerk! You’re interested in every woman but me, huh? How can you not invite me to your wedding?!” Without an invite, she hadn’t been allowed inside.
“What do his other girlfriends have that I don’t?! Do I not have a chest? Do I not have hips? Are my legs not long enough?” Ashton grumbled, poking her chest, patting her hips, and running a hand down her leg in frustration— completely oblivious to Emmanuel standing just behind her. Emmanuel found himself both amused and a little exasperated. Ashton was his brother-in-law’s sister and m younger than him, he’d always thought of her as a little sister. Watching her pout like a child only reinforced that feeling.
“Little Ashton!” he called.
At his voice, Ashton froze, jolted as if shocked. She turned, glaring at Emmanuel with wide eyes. “You… what did you just call me?”
Emmanuel walked over with a smile and repeated, “I called you my little sister. Your brother is my sister’s husband, so that makes us family, right? I’m older, so calling you my little sister seems fitting.”
“You-” Ashton struggled to process her feelings. She’d once had a crush on him, after all. Knowing it was hopeless, she’d eventually forced herself to move on.
In the past, hearing Emmanuel call her “little sister” would’ve made her heart race. Now, though, she was more taken aback, but his explanation helped he accept it more easily. After all, it was the truth.
“What’s up? Don’t tell me you’re actually interested in Nathan.” Emmanuel asked, straightforward as ever. pu…don’t talk nonsense! Why would I be interested in that jerk?!” Ashton denied, her voice adamant.
“Oh, really?” Emmanuel grinned. “Well, how come I just heard, ‘What do his other girlfriends have that I don’t? Do I not have a chest? Do I not have hips? Are my legs not-”
Before he could finish, Ashton clamped her hand over his mouth, her glare fierce. “Say one more word, and I’ll kill you!”