Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 1968

With just a few swift moves, Shane knocked all of Owen’s bodyguards to the

ground.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment, murmuring among themselves. It

had been a long time since anyone in Eldoria had dared to stand up to the

Quill family, and seeing them face resistance was shocking.

“You’re next, come on!” Shane taunted, beckoning to Owen with a mocking

wave of his hand. Owen, to the crowd’s surprise, broke into a cold sweat and

began to back away.

For those who had suffered under the Quill family’s bullying for years, seeing

Owen like this was nothing short of miraculous. Even Sonia, who had grown

up in a powerful family herself, was impressed. No one in her family had ever

managed to make Owen retreat like this–Shane had given her a reason to

feel proud.

“You… Just you wait!” Owen stammered, continuing to backpedal.

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At that moment, one of the theater’s staff members approached. Leading

them was a woman drossod in striking red, who gave Shane a sense of

familiarity, though he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen her before.

work for the Magnolia Theater, right? I’m Owen Quill of the Quill

attack us, so you better teach him a

red–clad

place.

used to getting his way. The moment

typically bowed to him. But this time, things

warning, the woman in red slapped him hard across

blood flying from

line, and you think you can get away

show, the only ones

you, you dog!” the

clear as she pointed a finger at

you just say?” Owen stammered, his face

anget.

Changeant Before Owen could react further,

him to the ground, her boldness leaving

speechless.

stunned by the woman’s audacity.

bold, let alone someone who seemned

theater. Once he snapped back to

to book one of the front–row

research with

front of

of other audience members. He was excited

with Sonia, enjoying fruits and tea, and

performance together.

the staff member shook their head. “Sorry, Maestro

reserved the front–row VIP suites herself. No one

them.”

said,

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laugh arrogantly once more. “You

Moretti performs, the top VIP seats belong to

you really think she’d

coldly. “Sorry, but

that kind of privilege.”

laughter died instantly, replaced by a look of

realized he’d been publicly

“Looks like you’re