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

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

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subtle menace creeping

worthy of knowing

deliberate provocation, his demeanor

not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

took a menacing step

if I choose to leave,

radiating a

me test that claim.” Rhett’s cape

crafted from a supple material, it spun

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready to

Boom!

from the

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash behind

let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora

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beneath

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark

was broader, and their concealment more

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found

to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora

fully grasp

beneath

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

attack

and technique.

defense,

Queen of the Dark Night Islands

The Clash of

Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like a grim

its

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

chilling triumph, echoing through

did not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with

stance of serie calm. His indifference

it was

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of

intent on eliminating the so–called

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An unseen force,

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his