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

opponents was undeniable, and

warranted a response in

been skulking in

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subtle menace creeping

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

deliberate

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

he took a

if I choose to leave, no

aura radiating

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

it spun with

edges razor–sharp and

Boom!

from the tree,

tree toppled with

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

The Clash of

beneath his

astonished by the

intensity of the Queen

was broader, and their concealment

Envoy Aora believed his flames had

unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in

grasp

beneath the

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed the

of strength, speed, and technique.

offense and defense, would prove

Queen of the

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its

heh, Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

triumph, echoing through the

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

eyes closed in a stance of

as it

a sneer

on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

this threat would pave the way for

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen force, swift and relentless,

for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his