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

limits. His

despite Nigel’s determination and the strength exerted to

remained

their necks, eyes riveted on the

Nigel and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy

expanse separating

sneered from the crowd. “Did you

game pretending to be strong?” The words hung heavy, a

that echoed through

another voice chimed in, bitterness lacing the

did. But he’s both weak and

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palpable.

the arena, swears erupted with a chorus of

disappointment.

lay cold, his spirit

in his decades of martial arts had he faced such humiliation.

jeers were a relentless assault, chipping away at his

fate was

when Emmanuel fought with one

with pain radiated when

blows

of panda–like bruises

of the arena,

a raucous celebration. “Haha,

made Nigel start off as a

Nigel’s

as a panda. It’s like you are performing

nod to the absurdity of the duel.

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evident that he

there on the spot.

be outdone, Frederick joined the chorus. His relief was palpable,

“Finally, I won a million!”

anymore!” The crowd erupted, their cheers a

symphony of fortune.

arena ground laid Nigel, defeated and

than death.

vestige of pride. “If I

“and if you

beaten me!” His defiance hung in

desperate plea.

was still being stubborn, Emmanuel

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this. I’ll let you use both legs and

is that

fueled by vengeance. “You said it yourself,” he spat,

ground. “If you die, don’t blame anyone

wanted to hear.

faced a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him

and desperation as his only weapons. If

and dumbest fighter in history. It was a

coveted.

mocked Nigel. No matter

grasp. With

kick that reverberated through

shattering resolve! Pain exploded, and

I surrender!” His voice cracked, desperation echoing. “I

lose!”

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poised for another strike, but Nigel waved his

his toothless mouth, unintelligible.

for mercy or defiance, no one