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

formidable opponents was undeniable, and

a

you? Why have you been skulking in the Quillen

The Clash

steely, a subtle menace

you are scarcely worthy of knowing my

laced with deliberate provocation, his

here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took a

this world, if I choose to leave,

aura radiating a formidable

me test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

a supple material, it spun

and ready to

Boom!

nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding

with a thunderous crash behind

let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy

The Clash of

beneath

by the unexpected display

intensity of the Queen of

was broader, and their concealment more

his flames had found their mark, but

unable to advance

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured

could fully grasp the

from beneath

shock was palpable. He

surprise attack

strength, speed, and

balance of offense and defense,

Queen of the

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Splat

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courtyard like a grim fountain,

with its

nothing

triumph,

did not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with

eyes closed in a stance

as it

The Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer

eliminating the so–called

this threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

had other designs. An unseen force,

his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three