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 seemed

and the strength exerted to

remained unscathed.

craned their necks, eyes riveted on the

Emmanuel, an invisible

a cosmic expanse separating

sneered from the crowd. “Did you

strong?” The words hung heavy, a collective

that echoed through the

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

did. But

this shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in agreement, their disdain

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palpable.

arena, swears erupted with a chorus

disappointment.

lay cold, his

of martial arts had he faced

were a relentless assault, chipping away at his resolve.

But fate was cruel. It was

when Emmanuel fought

punches, with pain

blows

a pair of panda–like bruises encircling

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

a raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,” he

have quite the artistic flair! You made Nigel start off as a monkey

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panda. It’s like you are performing

mischief, a nod to the

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so evident that he almost performed Adriel’s

right there on the

be outdone, Frederick joined the chorus. His relief

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

“Don’t call me a jinx anymore!” The crowd erupted, their cheers

symphony of fortune.

ground laid Nigel,

than

to stubbornness, a last vestige of pride. “If I hadn’t started by letting

only one hand,” he rasped, “and if

have beaten me!” His defiance hung in the

desperate plea.

was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of

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

that acceptable?”

leap was fueled by vengeance. “You said

“If you die, don’t blame anyone

wanted to hear.

a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him bare,

only weapons. If he

in history. It was a title

coveted.

reality mocked Nigel. No matter how he

away, a phantom eluding his grasp. With

through Nigel’s skull, knocking out

resolve! Pain exploded, and Nigel’s surrender

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

lose!”

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watched, silent witnesses to

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but Nigel

tumbled from his toothless mouth,

a plea for mercy or defiance, no one could tell.