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 in

you? Why have you been skulking in the Quillen residence?” Rhett’s

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a subtle menace

you are scarcely worthy of knowing

with deliberate provocation, his

alive.” Rhett’s

as he took

to leave, no force can detain me.” The

radiating a

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

supple material, it spun with

razor–sharp and

Boom!

nimbly from the

toppled with a thunderous crash behind

this!” The

The Clash of

from beneath

the

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the

broader, and

believed his flames had found their mark, but

abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora

before he could fully grasp the implications, a

from beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

a surprise attack that

strength, speed, and technique.

of offense and defense, would

the

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

its

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

with a chilling triumph, echoing

him. Instead, he

closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference

it was

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as

intent on eliminating the so–called

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen force, swift

not for his reflexes, Envoy