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

for formidable opponents was undeniable,

a

been skulking

The Clash

subtle menace

of knowing my identity.”

were laced with deliberate provocation, his

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes

he took a menacing

to leave, no force

his aura radiating a formidable

that claim.” Rhett’s cape

material, it spun with the

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding the

tree toppled with

you withstand this!” The

The Clash

from beneath his

the unexpected display of

of the Queen of the Dark Night

was broader, and

Aora believed his flames had found their

they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy

grasp the implications, a crimson

beneath the

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this

a surprise attack that

of strength, speed, and

defense, would prove as

Queen of the Dark Night Islands

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the scorched courtyard like

its

you’re nothing

out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

turn to face him.

stance of serie calm. His indifference

as it

a sneer

on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his