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

its limits. His death

Nigel’s determination and the strength

Emmanuel remained

their necks, eyes riveted

and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of difference

cosmic expanse separating skill from futility.

too pathetic!” a voice sneered from the crowd. “Did

game pretending to be strong?” The

echoed through

bet,” another voice chimed in, bitterness lacing the

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

shameless guy!” The crowd

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palpable.

arena, swears erupted with

disappointment.

heart lay cold,

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

assault, chipping away at his

kill Emmanuel. But fate was cruel. It was

fought with one

punches, with pain radiated when

blows on him.

eyes swelled, a pair of panda–like bruises encircling them.

arena, Shane’s laughter

resemblant to a raucous celebration. “Haha,

flair! You made Nigel start off as

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panda. It’s like you are performing a magic show!” His

nod to the absurdity of the

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so evident that he almost performed Adriel’s

there on the

outdone, Frederick joined the chorus. His

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

call me a jinx anymore!” The crowd

symphony of fortune.

Nigel, defeated

than death.

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

only one hand,” he rasped, “and if you

me!” His defiance hung in the

desperate plea.

still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of

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and offered. “Nigel, how about this. I’ll let you use both legs

that acceptable?”

was fueled by vengeance. “You

don’t blame anyone else!” This was what he

wanted to hear.

a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had

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

dumbest fighter in history. It was

coveted.

cruel reality mocked Nigel. No matter how he

his grasp.

a kick that reverberated through Nigel’s

exploded, and Nigel’s

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

lose!”

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watched, silent witnesses

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strike, but Nigel waved his hands

toothless mouth,

plea for mercy or defiance, no one