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

a response in

skulking in the

1897 The

a subtle menace creeping

worthy of knowing my

deliberate provocation, his

here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with

as he took a

this world, if I choose to leave, no force

radiating a formidable

Rhett’s cape whipped

a supple material, it spun

edges razor–sharp and ready to slice

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding the

The tree toppled with a thunderous

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a

The Clash

beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of

searing intensity of the

was broader, and their

his flames had found their mark,

they halted abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora murmured

grasp the

beneath the

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique.

offense and defense,

the

The Clash

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like

with its

you’re nothing

chilling triumph, echoing through

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with

stance of serie calm.

it was

Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as

eliminating the

threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force,

his reflexes, Envoy Aora