Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 1617

Nigel’s fighting spirit surged upon hearing those words. Initially, he had

teetered on the brink of surrender, but now determination coursed through

his veins.

What an arrogant rascal! Nigel thought in silence.

Bernett and Hannah exchanged nervous glances. Their palms were coated

with a film of perspiration. Their emotions mirrored Nigel’s, which were a

blend of anxiety and anticipation.

“Just a moment ago,” Dominic chortled, “he boasted of defeating opponents with a single hand. Now, the tables have turned. He’s the one challenged to fight using only one hand. Perhaps this old folk won’t emerge victorious in

such a duel!”

Dominic’s laughter echoed through the room, which further drew angry

glares from the Finch family.

Dylan Yarrow, ever stoic, made no move to silence Dominic. Dominic’s

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laughter added a layer of rivalry. The tension hung thick in the air, a clash of

pride and skill.

Nigel stood opposite Emmanuel. They formed a mismatched pair. Any

discerning observer could see that Nigel’s skill paled in comparison to the

formidable Emmanuel. Dominic, ever the provocateur, openly mocked the

Finch family. His laughter echoed. It was a taunt that cut deeper than any

blade. But he was no mere spectator. His motives remained shrouded. Could

he be a warlord in disguise, using this spectacle to prove allegiance or seek

refuge with the Quillen family?

“You little brat!” Nigel’s voice cracked, rage boiling over. “I’ll kill you! I’m going

to kill you!”

Shame washed over him. That was the greatest shame of his life. His eyes.

turned bloodshot, and he launched a desperate attack against Emmanuel.

Desperation fueled his blows.

How unreasonable!

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How unreasonable!

For decades, Nigel had been the challenger, the one who tested others‘

mettle. Now, the tables were cruelly turned. Emmanuel, that scoundrel, had

to its limits. His

and the strength exerted to the breaking.

Emmanuel remained unscathed.

spectators craned their necks,

an

expanse separating skill

you’re too pathetic!” a voice sneered from the crowd. “Did you start

strong?” The words

echoed through the

me lose my bet,” another voice chimed in, bitterness

tough, he did. But he’s

shameless guy!” The crowd

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palpable.

swears erupted with a chorus of frustration

disappointment.

cold, his spirit

martial arts had he

assault, chipping away at his

only he could kill Emmanuel. But fate was cruel.

inadequacy when Emmanuel fought with one hand.

punches, with pain radiated when Emmanuel

blows

of panda–like bruises encircling

of the arena, Shane’s laughter echoed. It was

to a raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,” he called out,

the artistic flair! You made Nigel start off

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up as a panda. It’s like you are performing

with mischief, a nod to the

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that he almost

there on the spot.

joined the chorus. His

“Finally, I won

call me a jinx anymore!” The crowd erupted, their cheers a

symphony of fortune.

Nigel, defeated and broken.

than death.

a last vestige of pride. “If I hadn’t started by

only one hand,” he rasped, “and if you hadn’t

me!” His defiance hung in the air,

desperate plea.

was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of

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and offered. “Nigel, how about this. I’ll

that

leap was fueled by vengeance. “You said it yourself,”

the ground. “If you die, don’t blame anyone else!” This was what he

wanted to hear.

crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him

only weapons. If he failed now, he would

lousiest and dumbest fighter in history.

coveted.

reality mocked Nigel. No matter how

phantom eluding his grasp. With a

through Nigel’s skull,

Pain exploded, and Nigel’s surrender

surrender!” His voice cracked,

lose!”

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silent witnesses to his downfall.

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Nigel waved his hands in

from his toothless mouth, unintelligible.

a plea for mercy or defiance,