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 in

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

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subtle

worthy of knowing my

were laced with deliberate provocation, his

alive.” Rhett’s eyes

as he took a

to leave,

his aura radiating a

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with

from a supple material, it spun with

its edges razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

from the

with a

this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a

The Clash

beneath

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of

of the Queen of the

was broader, and their concealment more

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their mark,

abruptly, unable to advance

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy

fully grasp

beneath the

shock was palpable. He

diversion, a surprise attack

of strength, speed, and technique. This

of offense and defense, would

Queen of the Dark Night

The Clash

Splat

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courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

with its

Guardian, you’re nothing special!”

chilling triumph,

not turn to face him. Instead, he

a stance of serie calm. His indifference

as it was

a sneer of contempt

the so–called

threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen force, swift and relentless,

him. If not for his reflexes, Envoy