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

formidable opponents was undeniable,

warranted a response in

you? Why have you been skulking

The

a subtle

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

laced with deliberate provocation, his

alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with a

as he took

choose to leave, no force can detain

his aura radiating a

Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

crafted from a supple material, it spun with

blade, its edges razor–sharp and

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

tree toppled with a

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

1892 The

from beneath

astonished by the unexpected display of

flames lacked the searing intensity of the Queen

was broader, and

his flames had found

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy

he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

beneath the

He hadn’t

attack that revealed the opponent’s

and technique. This

defense,

of the Dark

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from the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain,

with its crimson

nothing special!” The

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

face him. Instead, he stood with his back

closed in a stance

as it was

was a sneer of

again, intent on eliminating the so–called

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

had other designs. An unseen

not for his reflexes,