Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 1892

His gaze remained fixed on a particular pile of rubble, an unsettling calm

before the storm. Then, in an instant, the darkness within him receded,

replaced by a calculated silence. He moved toward the ruins with a

deliberate grace, intent on catching whatever lay hidden off guard and

delivering a crushing blow.

Boom!

Despite his careful plotting, the ruins erupted prematurely, and from within, a

crimson figure sprang forth, as if defying the very fabric of expectation.

“Stay here!”

Rhett’s punch cut through the air with lethal intent, aimed at subduing the elusive fighter who had been ensconced within the Quillen residence. His

confidence was unshakable–he was, after all, the reigning monarch of Dark

Night Island.

Yet as his fist neared the opponent’s cloak, the force of his strike dissipated

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Chapter 1892 The Clash of Shadows

into nothingness. The figure used the diversion to vault onto a charred tree,

its presence a daunting silhouette against the smoldering backdrop.

Rhett’s heart skipped a beat. The figure’s cloak, nearly identical in hue to his

own, was only a shade more crimson, suggesting an opponent whose

strength might rival his own.

“Who are you?” Rhett demanded, his voice a low growl.

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The cloaked man, his face obscured by an Envoy Aora mask, regarded Rhett

with equal caution. He had lain in wait within the Quillen residence,

anticipating Emmanuel’s return to ambush and annihilate the couple. The

appearance of another formidable adversary was an unforeseen

complication.

“Holy Guardian, Rhett.” The man’s voice bore a hint of mockery. Rhett’s

for formidable opponents was undeniable, and this

warranted a

you been skulking in the

The Clash

steely, a subtle menace

you are scarcely worthy of knowing

laced with deliberate provocation, his

alive.”

took a

if I choose to leave, no force can detain

aura radiating

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

a supple material, it spun with

edges razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from

The tree toppled with a thunderous

this!” The Envoy Aora

The

beneath

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected

lacked the searing intensity of the

was broader, and their

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their mark, but he

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in

he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson

beneath the

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this masterful

a surprise attack

of strength, speed, and

of offense and defense, would prove as

the Dark Night

The

Splat

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the scorched courtyard like a grim

its crimson

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy Ford’s

with a chilling triumph,

face him. Instead, he stood

a stance of

as it was

Aora’s voice was a sneer of

the so–called Holy Guardian

threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen

him. If not for his reflexes, Envoy