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

warranted a response

been skulking

1897 The

steely, a subtle

are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

with deliberate provocation,

you shall not leave here alive.”

took a menacing

leave, no force

radiating a formidable

Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

material, it spun with the deadly

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the

toppled with a thunderous crash behind

you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent

The

beneath

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected

the searing intensity of the Queen

broader,

Envoy Aora believed his flames had

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora murmured

could fully grasp the implications,

beneath

palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

speed, and technique. This

and defense, would

the Dark Night

The Clash of

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard

with its crimson

nothing

chilling triumph, echoing through the

turn to face him. Instead,

in a stance of serie calm. His indifference

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer

on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force,

reflexes,