Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

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,

Emmanuel declared, his voice steady as he unleashed the

was caught off guard and forced into

technique, and Freya was no exception. She staggered backward, struggling to

wave of force crashing over the last with unrelenting pressure, frey gritted her sliver teeth in bottle of techniques, how could a

fend off his relentless onslaught, Emmanuel seized his opportunity with the Dragon Hold Technique, pinning her down and gripping her throat with

“Heh…”

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

lengths to deal with a

Emmanuel’s smile hardened into a

have you snuffed out? How many lives have been lost in your dungeons? You’re

lips curled into a proud smile, though a

as he asked, “AS Hattie’s mother, you get one last chance–do you have anything to

Freya’s cold laugh echoed

resolute. “I trust them! They will win, no