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

The Clash of

steely, a subtle

of knowing my identity.” The

laced with deliberate provocation,

here alive.” Rhett’s

took

I choose to leave, no

his aura radiating

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

crafted from a supple material, it spun

and ready

Boom!

from the tree, narrowly avoiding

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash

this!” The

The Clash

beneath his

the unexpected display

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of

breadth was broader, and their

had found their mark, but

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in

he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

beneath

was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

attack

speed, and technique. This adversary,

balance of offense and defense, would prove as formidable

of the Dark

The Clash of

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

its crimson

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!”

triumph, echoing

did not turn to face him. Instead, he

stance

as it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of

the so–called Holy

threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An

not for his reflexes, Envoy