Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 1995

Denis and Jake both wore somber expressións, their brows furrowed with

unease. They had no true grasp of Emmanuel’s strength or the intricate web

of strategies supporting him. Their decision to follow was built entirely on

trust, leaving them feeling uncertain and vulnerable.

“Ha! Everyone!” Xander’s voice rang out, full of mockery as he addressed the

crowd. “Due to the slander against Ms. Yuna and the Tanner family, we, as the

hosts, must step in to defend her honor and take care of these scoundrels. I

urge you all to disperse quickly, unless you wish to become collateral

damage–then I can’t be held responsible for what happens.”

As Xander finished speaking, the onlookers scattered, not wanting to get

caught in the impending chaos. Eldoria’s grand ballroom swiftly cleared,

leaving an open space where more than a dozen fighters now encircled

Emmanuel and Sage like wolves closing in on their prey.

With a smirk twisting his lips, Gregory stepped forward. “Emmanuel, I’ll admit, you’re strong. But walking in here today means you’ve sealed your own fate.

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There’s no way out for you now.”

His voice dripped with venom, his eyes flashing with lingering bitterness from

their last encounter. Emmanuel had crippled him during that fight, leaving

him with an injury that made every step painful, but that hardly mattered

anymore. Back at the Quill Residence, Gregory had rallied a band of masters

and set an elaborate trap, confident that Emmanuel wouldn’t slip through his

fingers again. This time, he’d make sure there was no escape.

“You lost to me before, yet you still dare to talk big?” Emmanuel’s calm words

sliced through Gregory’s bravado, causing his face to flush with humiliation.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as those present now remembered

Gregory’s loss in Yeringham–a defeat many hadn’t been aware of until now.

The fact that he made no attempt to deny it only cemented the truth. His

once–grand reputation as a Zovince master crumbled before their eyes.

“D*mn it!” Gregory snarled, his voice trembling with anger. “Last time, I

underestimated you and fell for your tricks. But today, I swear, I will kill you!”

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Emmanuel let out a low, disdainful laugh, “Oh, really? Are you hoping to regain

your honor with a one–on–one match? I’d be more than willing to oblige.”

His calm, cutting words sent Gregory stumbling backward, fear flashing in his

eyes. Even at his best, Gregory had never been a match for Emmanuel. How

could he possibly stand a chance now? Yet, as he glanced around at the

onlookers‘ snooring faces, his embarrassment fanned the flames of his

anger.

With a twisted grin, he sneered. “Ha! One–on–one or a group assault, it’s your

you’ll

crush you just the

crowd, echoing

Raina scowled at Gregory’s shameless display. How

disgraceful

clearly unbothered by his

chuckle, cold and amused, sent a chill through

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care for martial ethics, then I see no reason to

Emmanuel said, his words dripping

a clap of his hands, the sound of shattering glass

as windows burst apart. In an instant, twenty

Emmanuel, their

barely comprehend what had

in the crowd felt their hearts

before them. Gregory gasped in disbelief, his voice

you really? When did you gather so

martial artists?”

the onlookers as they stared in

and yet here Emmanuel

It shattered every assumption they

glinting in his eyes.

with a smirk, his

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at his side,

showing no sign

around him was

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snapped back to the present. “Everyone,

men first, then we’ll surround and

desperation, his voice

exploded into chaos

main members of the Quill family

Though they didn’t fully

fighters,

skilled, a small group couldn’t stand against

warriors were mere

their inevitable downfall

halt a speeding carriage.

quietly observing the unfolding

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Quill family’s forces closed in

hunters cornering their prey.

and composed, found his confidence wavering as

of Emmanuel’s fighters. Wyatt, standing

growing sense of unease. He

prior, and at that

those of

had things changed

“Hahaha, what a thrill!”

from Zovince flying with a single

“I was born for the grand stage!

before me, mere mortals!”

not just knocking one opponent down but sending a dozen hurtling through the air. The force of their impact scattered the

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shake under

don’t

down, retaliated with a

scene.

people screamed, some even scrambling to

destruction in their

We of the Ophanim Clan are the true kings, even

Warrior Unit!”

plunged into

the number of opponents being dispatched was staggering. If they

an instant, the once–assembled forces of

overwhelming power of their opponents, and

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or

despair.