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

despite Nigel’s determination and the strength exerted

remained unscathed.

spectators craned their necks,

Nigel and Emmanuel, an

was a cosmic expanse separating skill from futility.

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

game pretending to be strong?” The words hung heavy,

that echoed through the

my bet,” another

“Acted all tough, he did. But he’s

this shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in agreement,

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palpable.

with a chorus

disappointment.

heart lay cold, his

arts had he faced such humiliation. The

were a relentless assault, chipping away at

fate was cruel.

when Emmanuel fought with one

punches, with pain radiated when

blows

a pair of panda–like

of the arena, Shane’s laughter echoed. It

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

the artistic flair! You made Nigel start

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panda. It’s like you are performing a magic show!” His

with mischief, a nod to the absurdity of the

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evident that he almost performed Adriel’s “Dance

right there on the

joined the

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

a jinx anymore!”

symphony of fortune.

ground laid Nigel, defeated and broken. His spirit had

worse than death.

of pride. “If I hadn’t started

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

His defiance hung in

desperate plea.

was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both

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

is that

was fueled by vengeance. “You said it

don’t blame

wanted to hear.

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

only weapons. If he failed now, he

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

coveted.

Nigel. No matter how

away, a phantom eluding his grasp.

a kick that reverberated through Nigel’s skull, knocking out teeth

exploded, and Nigel’s surrender was

I surrender!” His voice

lose!”

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watched, silent witnesses to his

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another strike, but Nigel waved his hands in fear,

toothless

plea for mercy or defiance, no one could tell.