Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 2107

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 2107; Ezra Zelinsky, Mayor of Zovince

While the Purestream Club was in chaos, the Zelinsky Residence in Zone 2 remained calm and tranquil. Located just a stone’s throw from the Congress building, this place sat in the heart of Chanaea, the safest country in the world. As a result, the Zelinsky Residence was one of the most secure locations on Earth.

Shortly after Chiara left home, Maxwell entered a secluded courtyard building.

The building’s doors were elegant sliding panels. A servant pushed them open, revealing a softly lit interior filled with a serene, classical charm. The atmosphere was refined, almost meditative.

“Father.” Maxwell bowed deeply toward the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged inside.

Though over fifty, the man’s hair remained jet-black with not a strand of gray in sight. His eyes shone with sharp intelligence, his presence commanding and dignified.

The Zelinsky family valued manners and tradition above all. Compared to his younger brother Magnus, Maxwell’s manners and respect for etiquette were impeccable-perhaps even excessive.

In the eyes of the Zelinsky elders, Maxwell had always been the obedient, well-behaved child, while Magnus was the smart but wayward troublemaker. Needless to say, elders preferred well-mannered, compliant children over clever ones. The smarter someone was, the more guarded others become around them.

Those with wealth, status, and power would always watch their backs.

Naturally, Ezra had always favored Maxwell since the latter was a kid. If it hadn’t been for Magnus’ extraordinary talents, he wouldn’t have bothered initiating a competition for the position of family heir. He would have simply handed the mantle to Maxwell without question.

“Maxwell, do you know why I summoned you here?”

“I don’t, Father.” Maxwell gave a sheepish smile, scratching his head in mild embarrassment. After all, everyone in the family knew he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But Ezra didn’t mind. Like most parents, he had always poured extra attention and affection into his “slow” child.

“The presidential election is just over a month away,” he began, gesturing for Maxwell to take a seat. “This is always the most dangerous time for us.”

“Why’s that?” Maxwell quickly sat down, pouring tea for his father with utmost care and respect.

“It’s the same as the competition between you and your brothers for the family heir position. People are willing to die for power. Don’t you think it’s perfectly normal for a few people to lose their lives over something as monumental as the presidential election?” Ezra said as if stating a simple truth.

Maxwell’s face turned pale with shock. “Father, I really have no idea how my younger brothers died! What does it have to do with the competition for the family heir’s position? If any one of them were still alive, they’d be far more suited to be the family heir than I am!”

Ezra observed his son’s seemingly innocent expression and spoke slowly. “Then take it as a coincidence-or perhaps destiny. Your brothers were all smarter than you, but the Zelinsky family values bloodline above all. With you as the heir, everyone can rest easy.”

‘Father, I don’t quite understand.” Maxwell kept up his usual foolish facade, maintaining the image of the clueless son of a wealthy patriarch.

Ezra wasn’t blind to the act. He knew his son had been playing this role his entire life, but he preferred it this way. In families like theirs, survival often required playing the fool-only by pretending to be weak could one devour the strong. The same was true in the upper echelons of society: those who showed off, sought the spotlight, and flaunted their power often met untimely and inexplicable ends.

“If you don’t understand, then let me tell you tonight.” He rose to his feet, turning his back to his son. He asked, “Do you know how I become the mayor of Zovince?”

“Of course, it’s because you’re capable, Father! I could never manage an entire city, let alone the nation’s capital!” Maxwell flattered his father, all while highlighting his own shortcomings for emphasis.

“That’s not it,” Ezra replied, surprisingly candid. “There are plenty of men out there far more capable than me. So why didn’t they rise to power? Because the strength of any faction can only be consolidated under one person.”

Maxwell tilted his head slightly, his expression one of feigned confusion-like a student struggling to understand a teacher’s lecture.

Ezra’s tone softened as he patiently explained, “In the grand scheme of things, I’m merely a loyal servant-just in my own way. Maxwell, you must remember this: if you want to live longer than everyone else and enjoy a life of lasting wealth and power, you must remain eternally loyal to the Zelinsky family.” Maxwell nodded, half-understanding but playing along.

Ezra continued, “In my generation, I was the only son of the Zelinsky family to survive. But the Zelinsky family has many relatives, and you have many aunts. Most of them hold positions of power in Chanaea, including your aunt, Catherine. They all share one common trait: their hearts belong to the Zelinsky family.”

Maxwell nodded earnestly. “I understand now, Father. I promise-I will remain absolutely loyal to the Zelinsky family!”

“I trust you.” Ezra nodded slightly. “Loyalty is in the blood, and yours is 99 percent guaranteed. Your mother is a wealthy heiress tied to the Zelinsky family-she’s spent her entire life listening to me. But your brothers? Their mothers weren’t the same.”

Maxwell nodded quietly, listening intently.

“Do you know why Magnus and his sister, despite being so brilliant, have no place in the Zelinsky family? It’s because their bloodline isn’t pure. Everyone loyal to the Zelinsky family rejects them outright!” Ezra explained.

His tone sharpened as he emphasized, “Those who are not of our kind cannot be trusted.” Then, with a colder edge, he continued, “Freya’s ambitions were grand. The more exceptional the children she left behind, the greater the threat to our family.”

“I understand, Father.” Maxwell nodded again, even more convinced that his role as the Zelinsky family heir was inevitable. With his father and so many loyal elders backing him, even if he lay on a bed with his eyes closed, he could defeat a genius like Magnus.

“Hmm.” Ezra’s voice softened as he shifted topics. “Something’s happening over at the Purestream Club, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Maxwell replied. “It’s probably Magnus’ doing. I can’t predict how it’ll play out, nor can I strategize around it, but I know his ultimate goal-he wants me dead.” For once, he dropped the pretense of foolishness. There were moments when he needed to show his worth.

“Good.” Ezra nodded approvingly. “Many things in life are complicated, but you only need to focus on the core issue. The long, tangled processes in between? Ignore them,” he said, reiterating his point.

To him, Maxwell was the only true heir-the only one worthy of carrying the Zelinsky family’s legacy.

“Thank you for your guidance, Father.” Maxwell bowed deeply, his gratitude so genuine that tears glistened in his eyes.

After tonight’s matter, go register for the Zovince council elections. Politics is all about winning hearts and securing votes. With the Zelinsky family’s backing, combined with support from those privileged young heirs humiliated by Emmanuel, you’ll quickly take over my position. Even your aunt is paving the way for you,” Ezra said.

He added one final reminder. “Don’t get too attached to Chiara. She’s just a pawn to help you achieve greater things. In due time, I’ll arrange for you to marry someone else-someone loyal to the Zelinsky family.

Train those who will serve you in secret, and choose wisely among them.”

“Thank you, Father!” Maxwell dropped to his knees and bowed again, his voice brimming with reverence. Just then, a loud commotion erupted outside.

“Don’t stop me! I want to see Mr. Zelinsky! I demand justice!” A hideous-looking man had forced his way into the Zelinsky Residence, clashing violently with the highly skilled Zelinsky family bodyguards.

“That’s it. Go hide yourself,” Ezra m instructed immediately his voice calm but firm. “This is your most dangerous time. A single decoy isn’t enough! powerful figures-like Teddy Tanner-use numerous decoys to stay alive. No one knows where the real one is.”

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