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, and this

warranted a response

been skulking in the

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a subtle

scarcely worthy of knowing my

deliberate

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes

as he took a menacing

world, if I choose to leave, no force

his aura radiating a

Rhett’s cape

material, it spun with

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash behind

this!” The Envoy Aora

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beneath

astonished by the unexpected display

of the Queen of the Dark Night

their breadth was broader, and

believed his flames had found their mark, but he

unable to

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured

he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

beneath the

palpable. He

diversion, a surprise attack

of strength, speed, and technique. This

balance of offense and defense,

Queen of the

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the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain,

with its crimson

you’re nothing special!” The Envoy Ford’s

chilling triumph, echoing through

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

in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

as it was

was a sneer of contempt as

eliminating the so–called Holy

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the way for

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force, swift and

for his reflexes, Envoy