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

the strength exerted to

remained

the spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted on the unfolding

Nigel and Emmanuel, an

a cosmic expanse

too pathetic!” a voice sneered from the crowd. “Did you

to be strong?” The words

that echoed through

another

he did. But he’s both weak and pretentious. Talking

shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in

Nigels

palpable.

swears erupted with a chorus of frustration

disappointment.

cold, his spirit

his decades of martial arts had he faced

jeers were a relentless assault, chipping away

But fate was cruel. It

when Emmanuel fought with one hand. Nigel

two punishing punches, with pain radiated

blows

swelled, a pair of panda–like bruises

the arena, Shane’s laughter echoed. It

raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,”

made Nigel start

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to the absurdity of the

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right there on the spot.

the chorus. His

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

call me a jinx anymore!”

symphony of fortune.

on the arena ground laid Nigel, defeated and broken.

than

a last vestige of pride. “If I hadn’t

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

beaten me!” His defiance hung in the air, a

desperate plea.

he was still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply

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Nigel’s

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

that acceptable?”

leap was fueled by vengeance. “You

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

wanted to hear.

Emmanuel’s challenge had stripped him bare,

only weapons. If he failed now, he

fighter in history. It

coveted.

mocked Nigel. No

grasp.

a kick that reverberated through Nigel’s

shattering resolve! Pain exploded, and

voice cracked, desperation echoing. “I

lose!”

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watched, silent witnesses to his

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poised for another strike, but Nigel waved

from his toothless mouth, unintelligible. Whether it

mercy or