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,

comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel declared, his voice steady as he unleashed the Dragon–Breaking Palm directly at

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

the most powerful and relentless palm technique, and

another, each wave of force crashing over the last with unrelenting pressure, frey

off his relentless onslaught, Emmanuel seized his opportunity with the Dragon Hold Technique, pinning her down and gripping her throat with one hand, in the next heartbeat, he brought both hands into play, securing her with an iron grip

“Heh…”

she made no move to resist. Her eyes, dark as the abyss, glinted

you’re going to such lengths to deal with a vulnerable woman like

woman?” Emmanuel’s smile hardened into a scornful

lives have you snuffed out? How many lives have

curled into a proud smile, though a shiver ran through her,

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

cold laugh echoed through the chamber. “Shall we take a moment to watch

need!” Emmanuel’s voice was resolute. “I trust them!