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.

and the strength exerted to

Emmanuel remained

their necks,

Nigel and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of difference

was a cosmic expanse separating

too pathetic!” a voice sneered from the

to be strong?” The

through

another voice chimed in, bitterness lacing the

all tough, he did. But

this shameless guy!” The crowd murmured in

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palpable.

arena, swears erupted with a chorus

disappointment.

lay cold, his spirit shattered.

of martial arts

relentless assault, chipping away at his resolve.

Emmanuel. But fate

fought with one

two punishing punches, with

two blows on him.

eyes swelled, a pair of panda–like bruises encircling them.

the electric atmosphere of the arena,

to a raucous celebration. “Haha, Emmanuel,”

flair! You made Nigel start off as a

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

mischief, a nod to the absurdity

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evident that he almost performed Adriel’s “Dance with

Way” right there

to be outdone, Frederick joined the chorus. His relief

won a million!” he exclaimed, voice

jinx anymore!” The

symphony of fortune.

laid Nigel, defeated

than death.

to stubbornness, a last vestige of pride. “If I hadn’t started by letting

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

beaten me!” His defiance

desperate plea.

still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of

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Nigel’s

how about this. I’ll let you use both

is that acceptable?”

was fueled by vengeance. “You said

blame

wanted to hear.

a crossroads. Emmanuel’s challenge

as his only weapons. If he failed now, he would

the lousiest and dumbest fighter in history. It was a

coveted.

reality mocked Nigel. No matter how he attacked, Emmanuel

grasp. With a single leg, Emmanuel

through

resolve! Pain exploded, and Nigel’s surrender was inevitable.

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

lose!”

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watched, silent witnesses to

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strike, but Nigel waved his hands

toothless mouth, unintelligible.

plea for mercy or defiance, no one could tell.