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.

and the

remained unscathed.

spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted on the

Emmanuel, an invisible

a cosmic expanse separating skill from

pathetic!” a voice sneered

pretending to be strong?” The words hung

through the air.

me lose my bet,” another voice chimed in,

he did. But he’s both weak and

guy!” The crowd murmured in

Nigels

palpable.

the arena, swears erupted with a chorus of frustration and

disappointment.

cold,

of martial arts had he faced such humiliation.

were a relentless assault, chipping

only he could kill Emmanuel. But fate was cruel. It

when Emmanuel fought with one hand. Nigel

himself two punishing punches, with pain

blows on him.

of panda–like bruises encircling

electric atmosphere of the arena, Shane’s

celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,” he called out,

the artistic flair! You made Nigel

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you are performing a magic

with mischief, a nod to the absurdity of the duel.

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so evident that he

right there on the spot.

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

won a million!” he

a jinx anymore!” The crowd erupted, their

symphony of fortune.

ground laid Nigel, defeated and

than death.

of pride. “If I

he rasped, “and if you hadn’t injured me, you

defiance hung in

desperate plea.

stubborn,

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

that

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

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

wanted to hear.

faced a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge

desperation as his only weapons. If he failed now,

and dumbest fighter in

coveted.

cruel reality mocked Nigel. No matter

a phantom eluding his grasp.

a kick that reverberated through Nigel’s

and Nigel’s

I surrender!” His voice cracked, desperation echoing.

lose!”

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watched, silent witnesses to his

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Nigel waved

tumbled from his toothless mouth, unintelligible.

or defiance, no one