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

was undeniable,

warranted a response in

you? Why have you been skulking in

1897 The Clash

subtle

you are scarcely worthy of knowing

with deliberate provocation, his

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

as he took a menacing

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

radiating a formidable

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

a supple material, it spun

edges razor–sharp and ready to

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the

tree toppled with a thunderous crash

you withstand this!” The

The Clash

from beneath

astonished by the unexpected display

the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark Night

broader, and their

believed his flames had found their mark,

halted abruptly, unable to advance

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy Aora

grasp the implications,

from beneath the

shock was palpable. He

a surprise attack that revealed

of strength, speed, and technique. This

offense and defense, would prove as

of the Dark

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its

heh, Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The

chilling triumph, echoing

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with

in a stance of

as it was

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

eliminating the so–called Holy

Eradicating this threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen force, swift and

If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three