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,

my comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel declared,

off guard and forced into a direct clash. Her palms suddenly grew numb from

the force of the most powerful and relentless palm technique, and Freya was

the last with unrelenting pressure, frey gritted her sliver teeth in

throat with one hand, in the next heartbeat, he brought both hands into play, securing her with an

“Heh…”

red, but she made no move to resist. Her eyes, dark as

lengths to deal with a

woman?” Emmanuel’s smile hardened

snuffed out? How many lives have been

smile, though a shiver ran through her, “Heh, l appreciate the

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

course I do, but now is not the time for them!” Freya’s cold laugh echoed through the chamber. “Shall we take a moment to watch the other battles

was resolute. “I trust them! They will