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

for formidable opponents was undeniable, and this

a response in

you been skulking in the Quillen residence?”

The

a subtle

of knowing

deliberate provocation, his

not leave here alive.” Rhett’s

as he took

world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain

his aura radiating a

Rhett’s cape whipped out

supple material, it spun with the deadly

edges razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

toppled with a thunderous crash behind

you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a

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beneath his

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display

of the Queen of the Dark

broader, and their

Aora believed his flames had found their mark,

to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora

before he could fully grasp the implications, a

beneath the

He hadn’t anticipated this

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

strength, speed, and technique. This

and defense, would

Queen of the

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Splat

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scorched courtyard like

with its

Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy

with a chilling triumph, echoing

Rhett did not turn to face him. Instead,

eyes closed in a stance

it was

Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he prepared

again, intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

threat would

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force,

his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three