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

warranted a response in

Why have you been skulking in the

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a subtle menace creeping

are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

were laced with deliberate provocation, his

here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with a

as he took

leave, no force can

aura radiating a

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden

a supple material, it spun with

and ready

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding the

with a thunderous

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

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beneath his

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display

the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark

breadth was broader, and their concealment more

his flames had found their mark,

to advance beyond

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora murmured in

he could fully grasp the

from beneath the

palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

surprise attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique.

offense and defense,

the Dark Night Islands

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Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like a

with its

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing

with a chilling triumph, echoing through the

him. Instead,

eyes closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference

it was

voice was a sneer of contempt as he

the so–called

would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An

for his reflexes, Envoy Aora