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,

death do us part!” Emmanuel declared, his voice steady as he unleashed

and

powerful and relentless palm technique, and Freya was no

attacks coming one after another, each wave of force crashing over the last with unrelenting pressure, frey gritted her sliver teeth in bottle of techniques, how could a more stand against the

Hold Technique, pinning her down and gripping her throat with one hand, in the next heartbeat, he brought

“Heh…”

flushed a faint red, but she made no move to resist. Her eyes,

to deal with a vulnerable woman

Emmanuel’s smile hardened

have you snuffed out? How many lives have been lost

curled into a proud smile, though a shiver ran through her, “Heh, l appreciate

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

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

was resolute. “I trust them! They will