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,

a response in

you been skulking in the

1897 The Clash of

a subtle menace

are scarcely worthy of

were laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s

took

world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain me.”

his aura radiating a formidable

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

a supple material, it spun with the

edges razor–sharp and ready to

Boom!

nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding the

toppled with a

heh, let’s see you withstand this!”

The

from beneath

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

flames lacked the searing intensity of the

broader, and their concealment

his flames had found

abruptly, unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in

grasp the implications, a crimson streak

beneath the

He hadn’t anticipated

surprise attack

and technique.

offense and defense, would prove as formidable

Queen of the Dark

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Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain,

its crimson

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

with a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with

eyes closed in a stance of

as it

a sneer

the so–called Holy

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen force,

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his