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 to the

remained unscathed.

spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted on the

Nigel and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of

a cosmic expanse separating skill from

sneered

strong?” The words hung heavy, a collective

that echoed through

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

“Acted all tough, he did. But he’s both

crowd murmured in

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palpable.

with a

disappointment.

lay cold, his

in his decades of martial arts

assault, chipping away at

But fate was cruel. It was

Nigel’s inadequacy when Emmanuel fought with one hand. Nigel further

himself two punishing punches, with

two blows on

pair of panda–like

of the arena, Shane’s laughter

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

made Nigel start off

Nigel’s

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

a nod to the absurdity of the

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right there on

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

won a million!” he

“Don’t call me a jinx anymore!”

symphony of fortune.

Nigel, defeated and

than

clung to stubbornness, a last vestige of pride. “If

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

His defiance hung in the air,

desperate plea.

was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid

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I’ll let you use

is that

by vengeance. “You said it yourself,” he

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

wanted to hear.

faced a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him

his only weapons. If

lousiest and dumbest fighter in history. It was

coveted.

No matter how he attacked, Emmanuel

away, a phantom eluding his grasp. With a single leg,

a kick that reverberated through

resolve! Pain exploded, and Nigel’s

surrender!” His voice

lose!”

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witnesses to his

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strike, but Nigel waved his

tumbled from his toothless

or defiance, no one