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

to its limits. His death seemed

and the strength exerted to the breaking.

Emmanuel remained unscathed.

the spectators craned their necks,

an invisible galaxy

cosmic expanse separating skill from

sneered from the crowd.

be strong?” The

echoed through the

me lose my bet,” another voice

he did. But he’s

shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in

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palpable.

the arena, swears erupted with a chorus of frustration

disappointment.

cold, his spirit shattered.

of martial arts had he faced such humiliation. The

jeers were a relentless assault, chipping

fate was cruel. It was a taunting

inadequacy when Emmanuel fought with one hand.

two punishing punches, with pain radiated when

two blows on

pair of

of the arena, Shane’s laughter echoed. It was

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

You made

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panda. It’s like you are performing

a nod to

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was so evident that he almost performed

there

joined the

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

me a jinx anymore!”

symphony of fortune.

arena ground laid Nigel,

worse than

of pride.

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

defiance hung

desperate plea.

still being stubborn, Emmanuel

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this. I’ll let you use both

that

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

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

wanted to hear.

crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge

and desperation as his only weapons. If

branded the lousiest and dumbest fighter in history. It was

coveted.

mocked Nigel. No matter how he

away, a phantom eluding his grasp.

reverberated through Nigel’s skull,

Pain exploded, and Nigel’s surrender

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

lose!”

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silent witnesses to his

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another strike, but Nigel waved

from his toothless mouth,

a plea for mercy or defiance,