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

limits. His death seemed well–deserved.

Nigel’s determination and the

remained unscathed.

arena, the spectators craned their necks,

Emmanuel, an

expanse separating skill from futility.

voice sneered from the crowd. “Did you

to be strong?” The words

echoed through the

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

he did. But he’s both

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

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palpable.

with a

disappointment.

cold, his spirit shattered.

arts had he

relentless assault, chipping away at

But fate was

Emmanuel fought

punishing punches, with pain radiated when

blows on

eyes swelled, a pair of panda–like

arena, Shane’s laughter

resemblant to a raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,”

flair! You made Nigel start off as

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up as a panda. It’s like you are performing a

a nod to the absurdity of the

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evident that he almost performed Adriel’s

Way” right there on the spot.

the chorus. His relief was palpable, a

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

anymore!” The crowd erupted,

symphony of fortune.

the arena ground laid Nigel, defeated and broken. His spirit had

than

to stubbornness, a last vestige of pride. “If

“and if you

His defiance hung in the air,

desperate plea.

that he was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of

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this. I’ll let you use both legs

is that

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

ground. “If you die, don’t blame

wanted to hear.

crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him bare,

pride and desperation as his only weapons. If he

fighter in history. It

coveted.

reality mocked Nigel. No matter how he attacked,

phantom eluding his grasp.

that reverberated through Nigel’s skull, knocking

shattering resolve! Pain exploded, and Nigel’s surrender was

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

lose!”

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crowd watched, silent witnesses

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for another strike, but Nigel

toothless mouth, unintelligible. Whether

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