Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 395: Are the Cleaning Tools in Your Team of Such Poor Quality?

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 againstand 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 handsface almost consumed by rage. "Then tellhow 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?"

"| 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 prof 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 | not? This is my favorite profession-an irreplaceable glory that belongs only

to me. Letting go is bound to bring regret."

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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 ceventually-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, | have a date."

Lysander watched Tina's figure gradually fade into the distance as determination filled his eyes. Tina, I've

regretted once; | 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.

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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; | 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.

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

floorboards.

"Coach-is this skind 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?