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

formidable opponents was undeniable, and this

warranted a response in

you? Why have you been skulking in the Quillen residence?”

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steely, a subtle

you are scarcely worthy of knowing

were laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

took a menacing step

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

aura radiating a

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

supple material, it spun

edges razor–sharp and ready to

Boom!

nimbly from the

with

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent

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from beneath

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display

flames lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark Night

breadth was broader, and their concealment

had found their mark,

unable to advance

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured

fully grasp the

from beneath the

Rhett’s shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

attack

speed, and

balance of offense and defense, would

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courtyard

with its

you’re nothing special!”

triumph, echoing

to face him. Instead, he

in a stance of serie calm.

it

The Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt

the so–called Holy Guardian before

this threat would

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift and

for his reflexes, Envoy Aora