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 this

warranted a

you? Why have you been skulking in

The Clash

steely, a subtle menace creeping

are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

laced with deliberate provocation,

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a menacing step

choose to leave, no force can

aura radiating a formidable

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

from a supple material, it spun

and

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash behind

withstand this!”

1892 The Clash

from beneath

astonished by the

the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark

breadth was broader, and

Aora believed his flames had found

halted abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

the Envoy

fully grasp the implications, a crimson

beneath the

He hadn’t anticipated this

surprise attack that revealed the

of strength, speed, and

offense and defense, would

the Dark

The Clash of

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a grim

its

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

chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

did not turn to face him.

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

as it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer

eliminating the so–called Holy

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force, swift and

not for his reflexes,