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

been skulking in the

The Clash

a subtle menace creeping

worthy of knowing my

deliberate provocation, his demeanor

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with a

he took a

if I choose to leave, no

his aura radiating a formidable

claim.” Rhett’s cape

from a supple material, it spun with the

razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

from the tree, narrowly avoiding

toppled with a thunderous crash

this!” The

1892 The

beneath his

astonished by the unexpected display

flames lacked the searing intensity of the

breadth was broader, and

his flames had

halted abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora

grasp the implications, a crimson

beneath the

was palpable. He

surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

strength, speed, and

balance of offense and defense,

the

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Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

its crimson

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

a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

Rhett did not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with his back

a stance of serie calm. His

as it

voice was a sneer of contempt as he prepared

on eliminating the so–called

would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen force, swift and

reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three