Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2304

Love at the Wrong Table

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Yorick had reached his limit–there was nothing else he could do. Left with no alternative, he channeled every ounce of his internal strength, his fists crashing forward like twin meteors toward the two black dragons. A thunderous explosion erupted—the devastating Tiger Wrath Fist! Meanwhile, Simba charged at the other black dragon with a reckless resolve, fully prepared to lay down its life in battle.

In the blink of an eye, the bamboo forest became a battlefield of chaos, filled with the earth–shaking cries of dragons and tigers. The entire landscape trembled as if caught in the fury of an impending apocalypse. Isabella’s fingers froze mid–note, her music cut off as she was forced to summon every bit of her strength to defend herself. Even so, the overwhelming force threatened to crush her, making resistance nearly impossible.

Lady Rosa, however, stood no chance. Lacking the strength to resist, she was flung into the air like a discarded red plastic bag, swept away without a trace! “Agh-”

She had no idea how far she had been flung before she finally tumbled to a stop, battered and disheveled. Her once–flawless, bronze–toned legs were now marred with streaks of blood. By some twisted stroke of luck, though the wounds were severe, she had at least avoided a fatal blow.

“D*mn it! So, when the saints battle, mere mortals aren’t even allowed to spectate?” Seething with frustration, she slammed her tiny fists against the soft earth of the bamboo grove, her long legs kicking in protest, throwing a fit like an exasperated child. Then, a thunderous roar erupted from the heart of the ruined forest, raw and filled with anguish. It wasn’t just a sound of fury–it was a wail of defiance, a howl of sheer resentment against the world’s cruel injustices!

“I didn’t kill Jane! Her death wasn’t my doing! And I had nothing to do with your daughter!!” Yorick, drenched in blood, stood his ground despite one arm hanging limp, mangled beyond recognition. Yet, even in his battered state, his voice thundered through the battlefield, each desperate shout carrying an earth- shaking force. With a surge of raw power, he and Simba charged forward, launching a ferocious counteroffensive against Santiago.

Santiago, whose eyes had darkened with fury, suddenly faltered. Seeing Yorick like this sent an unsettling ripple through him, and in that instant, his dominance cracked–the overwhelming pressure he exuded just moments

ago was suddenly reversed, his control slipping through his fingers. Tiger Overlord Fist! Yorick unleashed his ultimate technique, striking in perfect tandem with Simba, hammering Santiago from both flanks in a relentless assault. Even with the Silver Dragon Spear in hand, Santiago was forced onto the defensive, his form breaking under the sheer intensity of their onslaught. Wounds piled upon wounds as he staggered back!

“If you weren’t the one who took her life, then tell me–why is Jane dead?!” The instant Yorick’s strength showed the slightest sign of faltering, the Silver Dragon Spear flared with an icy glow, its brilliance twisting into the form of a dragon. In a heartbeat, it lunged forward, its onslaught cascading like a relentless storm, engulfing everything in its path!

only in death. But just as their blows threatened to reach the

Ding–dong–dong–dong…

whisper from the heavens, bringing an unnatural stillness. It wasn’t that the musician possessed greater strength than them–no, the melody itself

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untouchable.” The mournful opera wove a spell of melancholy, its melody steeped in sorrow, its verses laced with heartache. This time, it wasn’t just the two saints caught in its grasp–even Lady Rosa found herself pulled

an image of sorrow frozen in time. Both Santiago and Yorick were

theater of their minds, that night had been her pinnacle, the moment she was most radiant, most alive, basking in the brilliance of her own perfection. But their fantasy was only half- right. Yes, she had graced the stage with elegance, her

the brushstrokes. A marionette, bound by invisible strings, her laughter a script, her joy a performance.

bellowed, their voices raw, desperate to reach her. But it was futile. The world she existed in stood just beyond their grasp, a universe apart. No matter how

paint is set… A mask of beauty, the curtain lifts. On this stage, I alone weave joy and

wrenched away, drawn into yet another world. Here, nothing changed. They were still nothing more than distant onlookers, cursed with the vision of gods but the power of ghosts–trapped in a story where they could

our family’s rise to power depends on you! The two young fighters in today’s final match aren’t just skilled–they’re once–in–a–lifetime martial prodigies. If you marry one of them and send him to the battlefield, he’ll make a name for himself, carving his legend in blood and glory! If we’re truly fortunate, he might even rise to the heights

power to discreetly traffic arms, amass a private arsenal, and build an unstoppable force, all under your

his voice thick with ambition, his eyes glinting with unchecked greed, a chill ran down her spine. His words

nothing more than prey. If we don’t rise, we

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