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.

and the strength exerted

remained

the arena, the spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted

Nigel and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of difference

expanse separating skill

folk, you’re too pathetic!” a voice sneered from the crowd. “Did you

The words hung

that echoed through the

another voice chimed

he did. But he’s

this shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in agreement,

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palpable.

swears erupted with a chorus of

disappointment.

cold, his spirit shattered.

his decades of martial arts had he faced such humiliation. The

assault,

he could kill Emmanuel. But fate

Emmanuel fought with

with pain

two blows on

swelled, a pair of panda–like bruises encircling

arena, Shane’s

a raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,” he

flair! You made Nigel start off

Nigel’s

you are performing a magic show!”

nod to the

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was so evident that he almost performed Adriel’s “Dance

right there

to be outdone, Frederick joined the chorus. His

I won a million!”

a jinx anymore!”

symphony of fortune.

arena ground laid Nigel, defeated

than

a last vestige of pride.

use only one hand,” he rasped, “and if

wouldn’t have beaten me!” His defiance

desperate plea.

was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of

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about this. I’ll let

is that

“You

don’t blame anyone else!” This

wanted to hear.

Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him

and desperation as his only weapons. If he

fighter in history.

coveted.

Nigel. No matter

a phantom eluding his grasp. With a single leg, Emmanuel

through Nigel’s skull, knocking

and Nigel’s surrender was

His voice cracked, desperation

lose!”

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Nigel

his toothless mouth,

plea for mercy or defiance, no one could