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

warranted a response

skulking in the

The Clash of

steely, a subtle menace creeping

of knowing

laced with deliberate provocation, his

shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes

he took

world, if I choose to leave,

his aura radiating a

Rhett’s cape

material, it spun

its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly

tree toppled with

you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a

The

from beneath

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark

breadth was broader, and

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in

he could fully grasp the implications,

from beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique. This adversary,

of offense and defense, would prove as formidable

of the Dark Night Islands

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Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like

its

Guardian, you’re nothing special!”

with a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

not turn to face him. Instead,

eyes closed in a stance of

it

a sneer

intent on eliminating the so–called

threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen force,

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora