A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

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“Xlict Xylle! Don’t close your eyes! Stay with the

Emmanuel swiftly sealed Xylie’s pulse, cutting off her ability to speak before she could finish her words She fell into a state of fair death, her voice silenced

No matter what, he was determined to save this poor woman. He refused to let anyone else die because of

him.

The next moment, fury consumed him entirely. His eyes darkened, and a guttural roar erupted from his throat, shaking the heavens.

“Die! I’ll kill every last one of you! I’ll avenge Xylic!”

Seeing his terrifying transformation, Chiara turnet as pale as a sheet. Her panic was evident as she hastily shoved her gun into someone else’s hands.

“Mrs. Zelinsky, leave quickly! We’ll hold him off!”

Such was the privilege of beauty. Not only did the Zelinsky family’s servants rush to protect Chiara’s retreat, but even elite fighters from other factions moved to shield her.

Wasting no time, Chiara turned on her heel and fled.

But Emmanuel wasn’t about to let her escape unscathed. With a single strike, he aimed directly at her retreating figure.

In the nick of time, four top–tier martial artists threw themselves in his path, desperate to block him.

Yet, despite their combined efforts, Emmanuel dispatched them with just two punches, sending their bodies flying into the air like ragdolls. When they crashed back down to the ground, they were lifeless.

“Gasp!” The crowd collectively sucked in their breath, staggering backward in fear.

This version of Emmanuel was like a vengeful specter, a demon incarnate. Not a single soul dared approach him.

What kind of monstrous strength is this?

Even Clive and the others from the Lannister family couldn’t help but tremble with fear. One of them stammered, his voice barely audible, “C–Could Mr. Gwain… really be in the same league as this guy?”

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Wyatt, standing further back, clenched his fists. He knew better than anyone.

The Emmanuel who had competed in the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown wasn’t yet on par with Gwain back then. But now, a year later, Emmanuel had far surpassed him. This current Emmanuel was someone Gwain wouldn’t dare challenge lightly.

But Mr. Gwain isn’t one to rest on his laurels. He has stumbled upon a sinister martial art technique and is now cultivating with the Dragon Tome. Though its methods are unorthodox and erratic, his progress has been astounding, thought Wyatt.

If Gwain succeeded in his cultivation and emerged, who would prevail in a clash between him and

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That was a question no one could answer.

Finished.

fury. His eyes burned red with bloodlust as he fully embraced the state he had honed on countless battlefields. The murderous aura of a war god radiated from

the ground, scrambling backward with her hands and hips, her red lips trembling uncontrollably. Her breath hitched as she teetered on

Emmanuel closed in, someone from the Zelinsky family intervened. They pulled out a gun and began firing wildly

cared about breaking their earlier

by the strength of one of

horror, even bullets couldn’t

an eye, he was in front

him a blade and inviting him into the fray. It only gave him a battlefield where he could thrive like a fish in

the chance she desperately needed to escape.

Beauties of Zovince was undeniable. More and more men threw themselves into the path of destruction, determined to

for her poise

time.

many men dying for

from standing by Emmanuel’s

die in battle, what would become of Nathan’s future?

demon in the eyes of the

I do? What should I do?” she whispered, her voice trembling with

dilemma. In the brutal game of political power plays, the strength of an individual no matter how formidable–always seemed

Thud! Thud!

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god couldn’t remain unscathed forever. Surrounded by hundrels of enemies

didn’t weaken–instead, he fought with even greater ferocity.

fall were hired assassins and

money. Their deaths didn’t stir much pity. But as the chaos spread, figures of significance from Zovince’s upper echelons were

weight of his sins piling onto

a descent into darkness, a road without return. Yet, to stop fighting meant certain death. He was trapped, walking a bridge with no end,

him onto this bridge? They were

now? Like Veronica, Emmanuel found himself faced with

above, a strange melody began to play. The tune shifted and morphed, weaving an intricate tapestry of sound that seemed to cleanse the

soothing calm, lulling them into sleep. For others, it sharpened their clarity, snapping them out of

could possess such a divine power?

to collapse, succumbing to an enchanted

Ms. Mia? No.

quickly dismissed the thought. This wasn’t Mia’s doing–her abilities, as formidable

suspicions were confirmed when a woman’s mature, ethereal voice resonated

problems. Leave now! Before the presidential election, it’s best you don’t show yourself in Zovince again, or you’ll find yourself

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his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Yet, even with his

he bellowed. “What great master lends their

grew fainter, deliberately keeping its owner’s location hidden from Emmanuel’s senses.

shaped by its people. Since you’ve