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

The Clash

steely, a subtle menace

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

with deliberate provocation, his

not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a

I choose to leave, no

his aura radiating a formidable

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

material, it spun

and ready

Boom!

leaped nimbly from

with a thunderous crash behind

this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent

The Clash of

from beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected

of the Queen of the Dark Night

broader, and

believed his flames had found their mark, but

to

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured in

grasp the implications,

beneath

He hadn’t

surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

of strength, speed, and

offense and defense,

Queen of the Dark Night Islands

The Clash of

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard

its

Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The

chilling triumph, echoing through

him. Instead, he stood with his

crossed, eyes closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference

as it

Aora’s voice was a sneer

on eliminating the

this threat would

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift and

him. If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and