Chapter 595

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Blue Rose struggled with every ounce of her remaining strength, but it was in vain. Under the crushing reality of the power gap, her technical advantages were rendered meaningless. Apart from her exceptional physical flexibility, she possessed no other leverage against Emmanuel.

She had lost. The sting of the defeat was more than physical; it was a devastating blow to the professional pride she had cultivated for years. She had boasted of a three-move victory, yet the reality was a stark, humbling reversal.

“I have no interest in escalating a conflict with someone who is merely following orders,” Emmanuel said coldly. “Step aside.” He released his grip, allowing her to regain her balance on her own.

Blue Rose landed unsteadily, her breathing ragged as she retreated. The arrogance that had defined her just moments ago had been replaced by a cautious, watchful silence.

“Haha! He certainly doesn't believe in making things easy for the opposition!” Quintus remarked, a touch of dark humor in his voice. He felt a secret sense of satisfaction at Emmanuel’s victory. Blue Rose’s condescension had been a bit much even for him; if Emmanuel had actually fallen to her in three moves, it would have reflected poorly on everyone in the room.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The living room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Magnus Zelinsky applauding as he stepped toward Emmanuel.

“Do you honestly believe I lack the resolve to end this here?” Emmanuel’s eyes were filled with a sharp, focused killing intent. He was increasingly tired of Magnus’s calculated theatrics.

“Whether you have the resolve is one thing, but the reality is that you cannot act against me tonight,” Magnus replied, his voice overflowing with a calm, maddening confidence.

Emmanuel found Magnus’s certainty deeply repulsive, yet he knew the man was strategically correct. Dozens of security personnel now had their focus locked on him. As the host, the Lenoir family was duty-bound to ensure the safety of a high-profile guest like Magnus; any move against him would trigger an immediate and chaotic escalation.

“Blue Rose was correct about one thing,” Magnus continued, his tone provocative yet strangely detached. “In the grand scheme of things, you are not yet a peer. You are a grassroots existence, while I carry the weight and reputation of the Zelinsky legacy. By every social and professional standard, we occupy different worlds.”

Magnus was simply stating what he believed to be an objective fact. As a man recognized by Chanaea’s elite as a genius and the heir to a powerful provincial family, his background was an overwhelming shield compared to Emmanuel’s unassuming origins.

However, Emmanuel had long ago grown accustomed to the vanity of his enemies. He felt no need to argue. He had seen many men of "overwhelming background" fall when faced with the cold reality of a life-or-death struggle.

“Everyone, step back. I wish to have a private word with Mr. Lowe,” Magnus suddenly commanded.

“Mr. Magnus, that’s far too risky—” Blue Rose interjected, her alarm evident.

Quintus was also taken aback. Is Magnus looking for trouble? he wondered.

“Mr. Magnus, you are an honored guest of the Lenoirs,” the butler added, refusing to move the guard perimeter. “We are responsible for your security within these walls.”

“Do not concern yourself. Emmanuel understands the stakes; he won't act impulsively,” Magnus said, his confidence unshakable.

The butler sighed, eventually signaling for the Lenoir security team to retreat to the edges of the hall.

“Well then, I’ll leave you two to your discussion. Try not to break anything expensive,” Quintus said, opting to exit the room. He knew this confrontation was personal, rooted in the complex history involving his own sister and the shifting alliances of Yeringham’s elite.

In the end, Blue Rose followed suit, realizing she no longer had the standing to intervene.

As the room cleared, leaving only the two men, Emmanuel’s gaze remained fixed on Magnus. “What makes you so certain I won't take this opportunity?”

“Because,” Magnus said, leaning back slightly, “you’re a man of logic. And I want to know—why do you hate me so much that you'd risk everything just to kill me?”