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,

warranted a

you been skulking

The Clash of

a subtle

you are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

were laced with deliberate

you shall not leave here alive.”

took

leave, no force can

his aura radiating

test that claim.” Rhett’s

supple material, it spun with the deadly

razor–sharp and

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding the

The tree toppled with

this!”

The Clash of

beneath

by the

the searing intensity of the

broader,

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their mark, but he

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured

could fully grasp the

from beneath the

palpable. He hadn’t

a surprise attack

of strength, speed, and technique.

defense, would prove

of the Dark Night

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Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

its

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

out with a chilling triumph, echoing

to face him. Instead, he stood with his

eyes closed in a stance of serie calm.

as it was

was a

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift and relentless,

reflexes, Envoy Aora and