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, and

warranted a

been skulking in the Quillen

1897 The Clash of

subtle menace creeping

are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

were laced with deliberate

alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with

he took a menacing step

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

radiating a formidable

claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

a supple material, it

its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through

Boom!

from the

The tree toppled with

see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

The Clash of

from beneath

eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of

flames lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark Night

broader, and their concealment more

believed his flames had found their mark, but

halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured

could fully grasp the implications,

from beneath the

was palpable. He

a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s

of strength, speed, and

and defense,

of the Dark

The

Splat

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erupted from the scorched courtyard like a grim

its crimson

nothing special!” The Envoy

a chilling triumph, echoing through the desolate

turn to face him. Instead, he

a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

as it

Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy

threat would pave the

removing all potential dangers.

designs. An unseen force, swift and

reflexes, Envoy Aora