A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Love At The 1850

Immanuel’s lips cured into a bold, defight smile. ‘Parhops But how can one

ever be certain without venturing forth? A sout who has embraced his chosen

path–no matter how perilous, tempestuous, or drenched in blood and flare

–will never cast a glance back with regrett

“Such arrogance!”

Freya’s patience snapped. With a sharp, icy command, she declared, “Then,

you shall perish!”

Swoosh–in a flash, a torrent of searing flames erupted from her

outstretched hand, surging toward Emmanuel with the wrath of a dragon.

Unfazed, Emmanuel propelled himself skyward with a powerful push off the

red carpet, hurtling directly toward Her Majesty with unwavering resolve.

The flames surged and swirled, blocking Freya’s sight and offering him a brief

moment of daring.

Chapter 1850 The Queen’s 1st Stand

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As the flames receded from the red carpet, Emmanuel’s gaze fixed onto hers

with a penetrating intensity, as if probing her very soul. His unwavering

stance and formidable presence exuded a chilling aura, capable of striking

fear into even the bravest of hearts,

“I have unwavering faith in my comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel

his voice steady as

directly at Freya,

match for Emmanuel’s power; she was caught

clash. Her palms suddenly

the sheer force,

could endure the force of the most powerful and

Freya was no exception. She staggered

impact of his

Emmanuel was relentless, his attacks coming one after another,

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force crashing over the last

teeth in ottle of techniques, how

the Northern Perfon War

fend off

with the Dragon Hold Technique, pinning her down

with

brought both hands into play, securing her with

left

“Heh…”

flushed a faint red, but she made no move

as the abyss, glinted with a cold

such lengths to deal with a vulnerable woman

Emmanuel’s smile hardened into

thousands for decades! How many lives

many lives have been lost

The Curen’s last

than the harshest executioner!”

curled into a proud smile, though a

appreciate the praise!”

anger in check, his voice icy as he asked,

get one last

before it’s over?”

not the time for

“Shall we take

battles unfold?”

need!” Emmanuel’s voice was resolute. “I trust them! They will

matter what!”