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

you? Why have you been skulking

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subtle menace

of knowing my identity.”

deliberate provocation, his demeanor

alive.”

as he took

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

radiating

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

it spun with the

edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the

with a

heh, let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent

1892 The

beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of

searing intensity of the Queen of

was broader, and their concealment more

flames had found their mark, but

halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora

could fully grasp the implications,

beneath

He hadn’t

a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

and technique.

offense and defense, would

of the Dark Night Islands

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Splat

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the scorched courtyard

its crimson

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

with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

did not turn to face him. Instead,

in a stance of serie

as it was

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

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy

would

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force, swift and

not for his reflexes, Envoy