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

the strength exerted to the breaking.

remained

the arena, the spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted

and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of

was a cosmic expanse separating skill

too pathetic!” a voice sneered

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

through

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

tough, he did. But he’s both

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palpable.

swears erupted with a chorus of

disappointment.

cold, his spirit shattered.

his decades of martial arts had he faced

were a relentless assault,

But fate was cruel. It was

Nigel’s inadequacy when Emmanuel fought with one hand. Nigel

two punishing punches, with pain radiated when Emmanuel

two blows on

a pair of panda–like bruises encircling

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

a raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,” he

made Nigel start off as a monkey and

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was so evident that he almost performed

there

be outdone, Frederick joined the chorus.

won a million!”

me a jinx anymore!” The

symphony of fortune.

Nigel,

worse than death.

clung to stubbornness, a last vestige of

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

His defiance

desperate plea.

still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both

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how about this. I’ll let you use

is that

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

“If you die, don’t blame anyone else!” This was what he

wanted to hear.

Emmanuel’s challenge

desperation as his only weapons. If

and dumbest fighter in history. It was

coveted.

cruel reality mocked Nigel. No matter how

phantom eluding his grasp. With a single

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

exploded, and Nigel’s surrender was inevitable.

I surrender!” His voice

lose!”

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Nigels

crowd watched, silent witnesses to his downfall.

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poised for another strike, but Nigel waved his hands in fear,

tumbled from his toothless

plea for mercy or defiance,