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

have you been skulking in

The Clash of

a subtle

of knowing my identity.” The

laced with deliberate provocation,

here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

he took a menacing step

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

his aura radiating a formidable

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

supple material, it spun with

blade, its edges razor–sharp and

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the

tree toppled with a

heh, let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

The Clash of

beneath his

eyes narrowed, astonished by the

searing intensity of the Queen

broader, and

Envoy Aora believed his flames had

unable to

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy

he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

from beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t

diversion, a surprise attack that revealed

and technique. This adversary,

balance of offense and defense, would prove as formidable

Queen of the

The Clash of

Splat

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from the scorched courtyard like a

with its

nothing

triumph, echoing through

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood

in a stance of

it was

was a sneer

the so–called Holy

would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An

reflexes, Envoy Aora and his