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

opponents was undeniable, and this

a response

have you been skulking in

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steely, a subtle

of knowing my identity.” The

laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a menacing

this world, if I choose to leave,

aura radiating

test that claim.” Rhett’s

supple material, it spun

razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree,

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash

let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a

1892 The

beneath his

the unexpected display of

searing intensity of the Queen of

was broader, and

flames had found their mark,

unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora murmured in

fully grasp the implications, a

beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

attack

strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with

of offense and defense, would prove

Queen of the Dark Night

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Splat

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scorched courtyard like a grim fountain, staining

its

you’re nothing

with a chilling triumph, echoing

to face him.

stance of

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt

the so–called Holy Guardian before

would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force,

If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three