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

warranted a

you? Why have you been skulking in the Quillen

The Clash of

subtle menace

of knowing

deliberate provocation, his

you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s

took a menacing

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

radiating

me test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

material, it spun

its edges razor–sharp and ready to

Boom!

from the

toppled with a

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

The Clash

from beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of

flames lacked the searing intensity of the

broader,

Envoy Aora believed his flames had found their

unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured in

could fully grasp

from beneath

shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this masterful

attack that revealed the

strength, speed, and technique. This

of offense and defense,

of the

The Clash of

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a

with its

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

a chilling triumph,

him. Instead, he stood with his back

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

as it was

was a sneer of

again, intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift and relentless,

reflexes, Envoy Aora and his