Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1850

Immanuel’s lips cured into a bold, define smile. ‘Parhops But how can one ever be certain without venturing forth? A sout who has embraced his chosen path–no matter how perilous, tempestuous, or drenched in blood and flare–will never cast a glance back with regret

“Such arrogance!”

Freya’s patience snapped. With a sharp, icy command, she declared, “Then, you shall perish!”

Swoosh–in a flash, a torrent of searing flames erupted from her outstretched hand, surging toward Emmanuel with the wrath of a dragon.

Unfazed, Emmanuel propelled himself skyward with a powerful push off the red carpet, hurtling directly toward Her Majesty with unwavering resolve.

The flames surged and swirled, blocking Freya’s sight and offering him a brief moment of daring.

As the flames receded from the red carpet, Emmanuel’s gaze fixed onto hers with a penetrating intensity, as if probing her very soul. His unwavering stance and formidable presence exuded a chilling aura, capable of striking fear into even the bravest of hearts,

unwavering faith in my comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel declared, his voice steady

off guard and forced into a direct clash. Her

relentless palm technique, and Freya was no exception.

with unrelenting pressure, frey gritted her sliver teeth in bottle of techniques,

seized his opportunity with the Dragon Hold Technique, pinning her down and gripping her throat with one hand, in the

“Heh…”

made no move to resist. Her eyes, dark as the abyss, glinted with a cold mockery

lengths to deal with a vulnerable woman like

vulnerable woman?” Emmanuel’s smile

snuffed out? How many lives have been lost in your

a proud smile, though a

to keep his anger in check, his voice icy as he asked, “AS Hattie’s mother, you get one last chance–do you

is not the time for them!” Freya’s cold laugh echoed through the

voice was resolute. “I trust them! They will win,