Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

The moment the world champion received the trophy, he announced his retirement. This news exploded within the entire competitive circle. Lysander’s retirement instantly made headlines, surpassing even the buzz of Hawk winning another championship. However, the person who took it the hardest was Orson.

“Winning against me and then retiring? How is that different from those irresponsible guys who ditch someone after sleeping with them?” Orson fumed.

Theodore pondered for a moment. “Captain, that might not be the best way to put it.”

Orson shot him a glare, his handsome face almost consumed by rage. “Then tell me how to put it!”

No one dared to speak further. Orson, unable to contain his anger, picked up his phone and called Lysander, cursing him out for a full ten minutes without repeating himself once. Lysander said nothing and hung up as soon as Orson paused to catch his breath.

Listening to the dial tone, Orson’s face darkened to a point where even the grim reaper would have stepped back. Theodore quickly leaned away. Everyone knew that Orson was most terrifying when he was silent rather than when he was shouting.

Orson gripped his phone tightly, his fingertips turning white. Suddenly, with a loud bang, he smashed the phone on the ground and turned to find Lysander. But standing behind him was Jared, who was even more intimidating than the grim reaper.

“Brother,” Orson immediately lowered his head. “I was wrong. You can punish me.”

Jared sat down calmly, his long legs crossed and his broad back resting against the sofa. He looked up and asked, “What did you do wrong?”

“I embarrassed you.”

Jared’s cold eyes flashed. “You still don’t know what you did wrong and yet you have the nerve to go confront Lysander?”

Orson’s shoulders trembled; he nearly collapsed to the floor. He knew that his brother was truly angry this time.

“You knew it was a trap but still jumped in. Why did you insist on solo-killing Lysander in the third game? You ignored defending high ground just to beat Lysander and neglected your team. Have you forgotten everything I’ve told you these past few days?” Jared’s questions left Orson speechless.

From the moment the match ended, Orson knew that they lost mainly because of him. His desire for combat disrupted team coordination, giving Hawk an opening. Their team’s greatest strength was their synergy, but he lost his cool trying to take down Lysander, throwing everything into disarray.

Had they maintained their teamwork, even if Hawk won, it wouldn’t have been so easy.

Orson remained silent under Jared’s reprimand while other Snake team members tried to mediate.

“Coach, Captain was provoked by Lysander; he’s not usually like this…”

“Wrong is wrong; there are no excuses!” Jared shouted angrily, smashing a small marble tea table with one hand.

Orson had never seen Jared so furious before and sensed that his brother’s anger wasn’t just about losing the match.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop:

“Tina, we won.” Lysander touched the medal around his neck without much excitement on his face.

Tina understood. At this age, Lysander was at his peak as an eSports player-the prime of his career. Yet he chose this moment to retire.

The main reason wasn’t just because familiar teammates were leaving but also due to pressure from the Emerson family. As their sole heir who had missed out on much professional training in his youth, he now needed to catch up quickly to navigate future business challenges smoothly.

“Do you regret it?” Tina asked.

Lysander smiled bitterly. “How could I not? This is my favorite profession-an irreplaceable glory that belongs only to me. Letting go is bound to bring regret.”

He lowered his head and discreetly wiped away a tear before looking up again with no trace of emotion left.

Tina patted his head. “Since you’ve made your choice, don’t regret it. Life has many crossroads; it’s your path.”

Lysander looked at Tina and nodded firmly.

Tina said no more; she knew Lysander was smart enough to understand that even if he chose eSports now, retirement would come eventually-and by then, there might be no place for him in the Emerson family.

He wasn’t doing this for money but for his mother. He couldn’t let anyone in the Emerson family look down on him; for her sake, he had to prove himself!

Tina withdrew her hand and said, “Go say goodbye to your clubmates.”

“Tina, won’t you join us for the celebration?”

Walking away, Tina waved her hand dismissively. “No, I have a date.”

Lysander watched Tina’s figure gradually fade into the distance as determination filled his eyes. Tina, I’ve regretted once; I won’t let myself regret again!

In Century Cyber Hotel’s parking lot, a low-key black luxury car slowly drove out. Sitting in the backseat with a cheerful mood was Tina.

She pondered how best to dress Jared’s cleaning outfit while Jared allowed her free rein over him.

Driving them was Nathan Lehman who glanced back and thought that only Tina could treat Mr. Farrell this way.

At Hawk Club:

Tina led Jared directly into the training room where they unexpectedly ran into Hawk himself.

“Miss Reed? What brings you here?” Hawk asked in surprise.

Tina replied coolly, “I’m here to clean.”

“What?” Hawk was taken aback. “You don’t need to do that; I can hire a cleaning lady.”

“No need,” Tina said as she sat down on a chair. “Mr. Farrell will handle it.”

To Hawk’s astonishment, Jared picked up a broom from the corner.

Just then Lysander and others began returning one by one; after today this room would no longer belong to them so they decided to hold their victory party here instead.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon entering they saw Jared awkwardly wielding a broom struggling against stubborn dirt patches on floorboards.

“Coach-is this some kind of family benefit?” Edward Sullivan muttered under his breath unable suppress laughter at sight before him-Jared sweeping looked like fish riding bicycle-utterly incongruous!

Leon suddenly exclaimed “Oh no! My race car model is broken!”

Yeev noticed something too “Wait-the computer’s smoking!”

Jared cleared throat continuing futile battle against dust “I tried dusting model…as for computer…it probably got wet while mopping.”

Edward’s lips twitched uncontrollably-what kind of dust could crush race car model? And what sort of mopping technique drenched computer?