Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 1267 Awe
Otherwise, should this news spread, Gautier would face ridicule from others and endure a significant blow to his reputation.
“Farewell then,” Mackenzie declared, her departure accompanied by a resurgence of her Queen of Yeringham demeanor. With
Emmanuel by her side, she found solace, knowing she no longer had to fear potential attacks from adversaries.
Recent events had underscored for her the importance of having a fighter, even with financial advantages: Without one, she
remained vulnerable to humiliation at the hands of others.
It finally dawned on her why numerous prominent families and CEOs eagerly anticipated the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown.
Perhaps they all sought skilled fighters to safeguard their interests.
“Emmanuel, are you going to walk away like that?” Ashton’s voice echoed behind them as they exited together.
“Oh, I suppose you expect me to treat you to dinner?” Emmanuel countered.
“Hmph, I insist you return to the station for a chat. You just assaulted someone in public. Come with me!” she demanded firmly.
He had no choice but to comply with her request.
“Well then, Emmanuel, you go with her. I will attend Ryder’s wedding on your behalf. If you can make it in time, hurry back.”
Amidst Mackenzie’s bustling schedule, she maintained a commendable sense of decency and organization.
Despite her disdain for Ashton, she couldn’t overlook that the policewoman had come to their aid twice. Had it not been for
Ashton’s timely intervention, Mackenzie might have suffered public humiliation at Susan’s hands.

“Okay.” He sighed resignedly and left, aware that lingering could be construed as resisting arrest.
Ashton’s intent wasn’t to interrogate Emmanuel but to learn internal strength from this man. After all, Sage had emphasized the
importance of seizing opportunities multiple times. Otherwise, she’d be a folly if she didn’t take advantage.
Meanwhile, the wedding procession for Ryder led Tia to the Luxoria Hotel, where the event was taking place.
Marianne, escorted to the venue, found herself utterly bewildered by the turn of events. She couldn’t help but wonder, Wasn’t Tia
just supposed to attend the wedding? How did she suddenly become the bride? Have I somehow slipped into a different
timeline?
“No, I vehemently oppose this marriage!” She stormed into the dressing room, where Tia sat amidst preparations. With
conviction, she voiced her dissent, “Ryder is not only old and unattractive but now paralyzed too! You’re my only daughter; I
cannot allow you to marry such a man.”
Since divorcing her husband, Marianne and Tia had leaned on each other for support. Marianne even hoped to climb the social
ladder through her son-in-law’s assistance. Yet, Ryder fell drastically short of Marianne’s ideal image of a son-in-law, presenting
a stark contrast to her expectations.
“Mom, I won’t change my mind about this!” Tia pursed her lips in response to her mother’s disapproval, her resolve unwavering.
“I can feel that Ryder genuinely likes me. Though he may seem clumsy, and yes, maybe even ugly to some, he has a good
heart. I believe he’ll treat me well in the future, and for me, that’s enough.”
“Pfft, you’re my daughter. How could I not understand you?” Marianne’s excitement bubbled up, and she blurted out, “You’re
practically itching to become Emmanuel’s sister-in-law, aren’t you?”

“Pfft, you’re my daughter. How could I not understand you?” Marianne’s excitement bubbled up, and she blurted out, “You’re
practically itching to become Emmanuel’s sister-in-law, aren’t you?”
“Well.” Tia’s face flushed crimson in the dressing room, her embarrassment palpable. She mused, How could Mom say such a
thing with others around?
Roselynn entered the dressing room and inadvertently overheard Marianne’s comment. “Mrs. Franks, please don’t worry. I treat
Tia like a sister. If she marries into our family, we will take good care of her.””
“But how? Ryder is paralyzed! How can you possibly care for my daughter?” Marianne’s words pierced the air, igniting an even
deeper emotional turmoil.
It wasn’t that she doubted Roselynn’s sincerity, but some individuals were inherently resistant to assistance, no matter how
genuine. Regrettably, Marianne fell into that category.
Roselynn found herself at a loss for a suitable response. Before she could gather her thoughts, a sudden commotion erupted at
the dressing room entrance.
“Ms. Quillen!”
“Ms. Quillen has arrived!”
The arrival of Mackenzie brought a flurry of excitement. The Luxoria Hotel staff greeted her with an air of reverence and
enthusiasm, their demeanor reflecting the grandeur of the moment.
With the dressing room door left ajar, Marianne couldn’t help but be transfixed by the scene unfolding before her. Witnessing
Mackenzie’s entrance, accompanied by an entourage of admirers, Marianne couldn’t suppress her awe. It was a natural
reaction, borne of the stark contrast in status between them.