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

opponents was

a response

you been skulking in

The

subtle menace creeping

you are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

deliberate

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

he took

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

radiating

me test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

crafted from a supple material, it spun with the deadly precision

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

Aora leaped nimbly from

tree toppled with a

withstand this!” The Envoy

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beneath his

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of

searing intensity of the Queen of the

broader, and their

Aora believed his flames had found their mark, but

halted abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora

grasp the

beneath

He hadn’t anticipated this

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed

speed, and technique. This adversary, with

offense and defense, would prove as formidable

the Dark

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Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain,

with its crimson

you’re nothing special!” The

a chilling triumph,

face him. Instead, he stood with

eyes closed in a stance of

as it

a sneer of

again, intent on eliminating the so–called Holy

this threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen

his reflexes, Envoy