Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 1752 Awakening in Adversity

“I understand.”

Yasmine nodded, and they took Emmanuel away.

Emmanuel woke up to find himself lying on a cold, unforgiving stone bed, swathed in layers of bandages that cocooned his body. His surroundings were dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an ancient, musty scent. His right hand throbbed with such intensity that it felt as though it might split open, sending waves of searing pain coursing through him.

“Awake at last, young sir?” came a gruff voice, as an unseemly figure leaned in, causing

Emmanuel to startle and swiftly straighten himself upright.

But then he exclaimed with fervor, “Blake! Is it truly you? You’ve survived?”

“Haha, I possess the aura of a protagonist; even death dares not claim me,” Blake remarked with a proud smirk, his confidence shining through like a beacon in the shadows of uncertainty.

Emmanuel chuckled, “What kind of deranged author would make an ugly guy like you the protagonist?”

“Oh damn, I saved your life, and you’re dissing me like this? Like the farmer and the snake!” Blake protested excitedly.

Emmanuel smiled and said, “Thanks.”

“Forget such trifles; gratitude from a man holds no sway over me. Should a woman express thanks, she might even offer herself as a reward. What do you possess in comparison? Nothing of consequence,” Blake declared nonchalantly, his gesture dismissive yet laden with an air of superiority.

he watched Emmanuel

crazy?” Blake marveled at his resilience. Just moments ago he was bleeding heavily, yet now he

lie down. I have important things to do,” Emmanuel patted Blake

be impressed?” Blake recoiled swiftly, cautious. “Do not entertain thoughts of involving me in a rebellion against the Airspace Group. What concern of mine is it? I am merely present to witness the unfolding

rudimentary room. He realized that where he had just laid was a temporary medical station in the central region, usually

in a slow, graceful dance from the heavens above, each flakes a fleeting masterpiece in its own right. Amidst this serene spectacle, his wounds pulsed with an insistent ache, reminding him of the harsh reality that persisted beneath

“Claudette, I’m sorry.”

fists with determined resolve, holding back the searing agony that threatened to breach the barriers of his tear ducts.

was the first time he had felt such

He needed strength.

first occasion he had encountered such an overwhelming yearning for authority and

now? By what means might he aspire to reclaim his zenith of prowess and

path ahead remained obscured, shrouded in uncertainty, leaving

with unwavering clarity that heedless actions were no longer within his grasp.

his meridians, already stretched to

Emmanuel knew he must uncover a more

away from the central realm. The afternoon waned, yet his resolve remained resolute as

mood was

the annals of Dark Night Islands‘ chronicles, the Ophanim Clan stood as perennial adversaries to the dreaded Black Wolf Team. Emmanuel pondered this historical enmity as he weighed the formidable prowess of Falcon and Xan, whose strength matched his own. Yet, looming over his thoughts like an ominous shadow was the uncertainty surrounding Rhett’s power–an