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

warranted a response in

you been skulking in the Quillen

1897 The

subtle menace creeping

are scarcely worthy of

with deliberate

alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

as he took

this world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain

his aura radiating a formidable

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

material, it

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash

see you withstand this!”

1892 The Clash of

beneath his

by the unexpected display of

lacked the searing intensity of

their breadth was broader, and their concealment

believed his flames had found their mark,

abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured

grasp the implications,

from beneath the

was palpable. He

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed the

and technique. This

offense and defense,

the Dark Night

1892 The Clash of

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

with its crimson

Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy Ford’s

triumph, echoing through

to face him. Instead,

crossed, eyes closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference

as it

a sneer of contempt as he prepared

the

would

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An

his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three