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

a response in

Why have you been skulking in the

1897 The

subtle

worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

with deliberate provocation,

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a menacing

this world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain

radiating a formidable

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape

from a supple material, it spun with the deadly

razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

from the

with a thunderous crash

withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent

The

beneath

astonished by the unexpected

searing intensity of the

was broader, and

flames had found their mark, but

abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured

he could fully grasp the implications, a

from beneath the

was palpable. He

a surprise attack that revealed

speed, and

defense, would prove

of the Dark Night Islands

1892 The Clash of

Splat

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the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

its crimson

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

triumph,

to face him. Instead, he stood with

a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

as it

Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he prepared

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen

reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three