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 seemed well–deserved.

the strength exerted to

Emmanuel remained

the spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted on

an invisible galaxy

It was a cosmic expanse

you’re too pathetic!” a voice sneered from the crowd.

strong?” The words hung heavy, a collective

that echoed through

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

did. But he’s

this shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in agreement,

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palpable.

swears erupted with a chorus of frustration

disappointment.

lay cold, his spirit shattered.

decades of martial arts had he

jeers were a relentless assault, chipping away at his resolve.

only he could kill Emmanuel. But fate

Nigel’s inadequacy when Emmanuel fought with one

with pain radiated when

two blows

swelled, a pair of panda–like

of the arena, Shane’s laughter echoed. It

a raucous celebration.

quite the artistic flair! You made Nigel

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you are performing a magic show!” His words.

to the absurdity of the

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right there on

the chorus. His relief was palpable,

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

“Don’t call me a jinx anymore!” The

symphony of fortune.

Nigel, defeated and broken.

worse than death.

clung to stubbornness, a last vestige of pride.

he rasped, “and if

His defiance hung in the air, a

desperate plea.

being stubborn, Emmanuel simply

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

that acceptable?”

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

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

wanted to hear.

a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him

only weapons. If he failed now, he

branded the lousiest and dumbest fighter in history. It was a title no

coveted.

cruel reality mocked Nigel. No matter how he attacked,

away, a phantom eluding his grasp.

that reverberated through Nigel’s skull, knocking out teeth

and Nigel’s surrender

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

lose!”

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silent witnesses to his

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poised for another strike, but Nigel waved his hands in fear,

from his toothless mouth, unintelligible. Whether

or defiance,