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

for formidable opponents was undeniable,

warranted a

you? Why have you been skulking in the Quillen residence?” Rhett’s

The

subtle menace

of

with deliberate

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

as he took

I choose to leave, no force can detain me.” The

his aura radiating a formidable

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape

supple material, it spun with the deadly

its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

from the tree, narrowly avoiding

The tree toppled with a

withstand this!” The Envoy

1892 The Clash of

beneath his

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark

was broader, and their

believed his flames had found their mark,

to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

the Envoy

grasp

from beneath

palpable. He

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

strength, speed, and technique. This adversary,

of offense and defense, would

of the Dark Night Islands

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from the scorched courtyard like a

with its

nothing special!” The

a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

him. Instead, he stood with his back

stance

as it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he prepared

on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An

reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three