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

was undeniable, and this

a response in

you been skulking in

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subtle

you are scarcely worthy of knowing my

laced with deliberate provocation, his

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s

took

this world, if I choose to leave, no

his aura radiating

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

from a supple material, it

edges razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the

The tree toppled with a

see you withstand this!” The

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beneath

astonished by the unexpected display

of

broader, and their

Envoy Aora believed his flames had

they halted abruptly, unable to advance

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured

fully grasp

beneath

palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this masterful

surprise attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with

defense,

of the Dark

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

its

nothing special!”

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

not turn to face him. Instead, he

a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a

again, intent on eliminating the so–called Holy

would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An

his reflexes, Envoy