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 response in

have you been skulking

1897 The Clash

subtle menace creeping

are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

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

he took a menacing step

to leave, no force can detain me.” The

radiating

me test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

a supple material, it spun with the deadly

razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

from the tree, narrowly avoiding

The tree toppled with a

you withstand this!”

The Clash of

from beneath

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display

intensity of the

breadth was broader, and their

Aora believed his flames had found their mark, but he

abruptly, unable to

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy Aora

before he could fully grasp the implications,

from beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t

surprise attack that revealed

and technique. This adversary,

balance of offense and defense, would prove

of the

The Clash of

Splat

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the scorched courtyard like

with its crimson

heh, Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The

with a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

did not turn to face him. Instead, he

in a stance of serie calm. His

as it

voice was a sneer of contempt as he

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

Eradicating this threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen

not for his reflexes, Envoy