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

arrogance to its limits. His death

determination and the strength exerted

remained unscathed.

arena, the spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted on

Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of difference

expanse separating skill from

voice sneered

The words hung heavy, a

echoed through

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

all tough, he did. But he’s both weak and pretentious. Talking

guy!” The crowd murmured

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palpable.

erupted with a chorus of frustration

disappointment.

lay cold, his

decades of martial arts had he faced such humiliation.

were a relentless assault,

Emmanuel. But fate was

when Emmanuel fought

punches, with pain

two blows

of

the arena, Shane’s

celebration. “Haha,

flair! You made Nigel start

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as a panda. It’s like you are

a nod to the absurdity of

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was so evident that he almost performed

there on the spot.

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

lifted. “Finally, I won a million!” he exclaimed, voice

me a jinx anymore!” The

symphony of fortune.

Nigel, defeated and broken. His spirit

than

of pride. “If I

“and if

me!” His defiance hung

desperate plea.

still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of his

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about this. I’ll let you use both legs and one

that

was fueled by vengeance. “You

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

wanted to hear.

crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge

pride and desperation as his only weapons. If he failed now, he

lousiest and dumbest fighter in history. It was a title

coveted.

Nigel. No matter how he attacked, Emmanuel

eluding his grasp. With a single leg, Emmanuel

reverberated through Nigel’s skull, knocking

resolve! Pain exploded, and Nigel’s

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

lose!”

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another strike, but Nigel waved his hands in

tumbled from his toothless mouth,

for mercy or defiance, no one could tell.