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

formidable opponents was undeniable,

a response

been skulking in the Quillen residence?”

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subtle menace

of knowing my

were laced with deliberate

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a menacing step

if I choose to leave, no force can

aura radiating

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

a supple material, it spun with the deadly

its edges razor–sharp and

Boom!

nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

The tree toppled with

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora

The

from beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the

breadth was broader, and their

believed his flames had

halted abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora murmured

grasp the implications, a

from beneath

palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this masterful

surprise attack that revealed

of strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with

of offense and defense,

of the Dark

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courtyard like a grim

its crimson

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

chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

face him. Instead, he stood with his back

a stance of

as it

voice was a sneer

eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

would

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force,

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and