A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO novel Chapter 1995

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Chapter 1995 

Denis and Jake both wore somber expressións, their brows furrowed with 

unease. They had no true grasp of Emmanuel’s strength or the intricate web 

of strategies supporting him. Their decision to follow was built entirely on 

trust, leaving them feeling uncertain and vulnerable. 

“Ha! Everyone!” Xander’s voice rang out, full of mockery as he addressed the 

crowd. “Due to the slander against Ms. Yuna and the Tanner family, we, as the 

hosts, must step in to defend her honor and take care of these scoundrels. I 

urge you all to disperse quickly, unless you wish to become collateral 

damage–then I can’t be held responsible for what happens.” 

As Xander finished speaking, the onlookers scattered, not wanting to get 

caught in the impending chaos. Eldoria’s grand ballroom swiftly cleared, 

leaving an open space where more than a dozen fighters now encircled 

Emmanuel and Sage like wolves closing in on their prey. 

With a smirk twisting his lips, Gregory stepped forward. “Emmanuel, I’ll admit, you’re strong. But walking in here today means you’ve sealed your own fate. 

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There’s no way out for you now.” 

His voice dripped with venom, his eyes flashing with lingering bitterness from 

their last encounter. Emmanuel had crippled him during that fight, leaving 

him with an injury that made every step painful, but that hardly mattered 

anymore. Back at the Quill Residence, Gregory had rallied a band of masters 

and set an elaborate trap, confident that Emmanuel wouldn’t slip through his 

fingers again. This time, he’d make sure there was no escape. 

“You lost to me before, yet you still dare to talk big?” Emmanuel’s calm words 

sliced through Gregory’s bravado, causing his face to flush with humiliation. 

Whispers rippled through the crowd as those present now remembered 

Gregory’s loss in Yeringham–a defeat many hadn’t been aware of until now. 

The fact that he made no attempt to deny it only cemented the truth. His 

once–grand reputation as a Zovince master crumbled before their eyes. 

“D*mn it!” Gregory snarled, his voice trembling with anger. “Last time, I 

underestimated you and fell for your tricks. But today, I swear, I will kill you!” 

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Emmanuel let out a low, disdainful laugh, “Oh, really? Are you hoping to regain 

your honor with a one–on–one match? I’d be more than willing to oblige.” 

His calm, cutting words sent Gregory stumbling backward, fear flashing in his 

eyes. Even at his best, Gregory had never been a match for Emmanuel. How 

could he possibly stand a chance now? Yet, as he glanced around at the 

onlookers‘ snooring faces, his embarrassment fanned the flames of his 

anger. 

With a twisted grin, he sneered. “Ha! One–on–one or a group assault, it’s your 

choice. Either way, if we go one–on–one, you’ll face all of us. If we attack 

together, we’ll crush you just the same.” 

Laughter erupted from the crowd, echoing through the grand hall. 

Sonia and Raina scowled at Gregory’s shameless display. How could a 

Grandmaster stoop to such disgraceful tactics? Meanwhile, Shane seemed 

utterly indifferent, yawning lazily, clearly unbothered by his master’s situation. 

Emmanuel’s chuckle, cold and amused, sent a chill through Gregory’s veins. 

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“If you don’t care for martial ethics, then I see no reason to abide by them 

either,” Emmanuel said, his words dripping with casual menace, 

Suddenly, with a clap of his hands, the sound of shattering glass filled the 

ballroom as windows burst apart. In an instant, twenty to thirty agile martial 

artists materialized around Emmanuel, their movements so swift that the 

average onlookers could barely comprehend what had happened. 

The higher–level fighters in the crowd felt their hearts grow cold as they took 

in the scene before them. Gregory gasped in disbelief, his voice trembling, 

“Emmanuel! Who are you really? When did you gather so many S–level 

martial artists?” 

Shock rippled through the onlookers as they stared in disbelief. S–class 

martial artists were rare, and yet here Emmanuel stood, flanked by a small 

army of them. It shattered every assumption they had made. 

Emmanuel chuckled, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Am I obligated to 

answer you?” he asked with a smirk, his tone as light as ever. 

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Without another word, Sage appeared at his side, bringing over a chair for 

him, Emmanuel sat down casually, showing no sign of urgency, as though 

the chaos unfolding around him was of little consequence. 

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Gregory, still stunned, quickly snapped back to the present. “Everyone, attack 

now! Take out his men first, then we’ll surround and crush Emmanuel!” he 

shouted in desperation, his voice tinged with panic. 

The scene exploded into chaos as fighters clashed. 

From the sidelines, the main members of the Quill family watched with 

measured calm. Though they didn’t fully understand how Emmanuel had 

managed to gather such formidable fighters, they still believed that no 

matter how skilled, a small group couldn’t stand against the might of Eldoria. 

In their eyes, these warriors were mere ants facing a storm–no more 

capable of stopping their inevitable downfall than a mantis attempting to 

halt a speeding carriage. 

Yuna had already taken her place alongside Gwain and the others, quietly observing the unfolding battle. Her role in this had ended; now it was simply a 

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matter of watching as the Quill family’s forces closed in for the final strike, I 

hunters cornering their prey. 

Yet Gwain, once calm and composed, found his confidence wavering as he 

witnessed the sheer prowess of Emmanuel’s fighters. Wyatt, standing besic 

him, couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease. He had fought 

Emmanuel just a few months prior, and at that time, Emmanuel’s skills had 

barely surpassed those of his current warriors. 

How had things changed so drastically? 

“Hahaha, what a thrill!” 

After sending a skilled fighter from Zovince flying with a single punch, Quintu: 

threw his head back and laughed. “I was born for the grand stage! Tremble 

before me, mere mortals!” 

With that declaration, he unleashed another punch, not just knocking one opponent down but sending a dozen hurtling through the air. The force of their impact scattered the guards from the Quill family like leaves caught in a 

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storm, causing the entire venue to shake under the weight of the chaos. 

“Humph, Quintus, don’t steal my thunder!” 

Solana, refusing to back down, retaliated with a fiery assault that ignited the 

scene. 

Panic erupted as people screamed, some even scrambling to escape the 

turmoil, leaving destruction in their wake. 

“Hey, hey! We of the Ophanim Clan are the true kings, even among the Wolf 

Warrior Unit!” 

Anna and Falcon plunged into the fray, their fury palpable. 

Albin, observing the madness, found himself at a loss. He had come to fulfill a mission, but the number of opponents being dispatched was staggering. If they could strike down so many, he certainly could not fall behind. 

In an instant, the once–assembled forces of the Quill family crumbled under 

the overwhelming power of their opponents, and the air filled with cries of 

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despair. 

Gregory’s face turned pale; he had hidden at the back as the enemy surged 

forward. Now, he dared not make a move. 

“You all can either challenge him one–on–one or gang up on him!” 

Emmanuel waved his hand dismissively, his cold smile betraying his 

amusement. “But let’s respect the elderly; let him choose his fate.” 

Gregory’s face flushed with embarrassment as he watched Quintus and his 

comrades close in, the circle of confrontation tightening around him. 

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, begging for mercy. 

“Please spare me! I’m merely doing my duty for the Quill family. We have no 

enmity! I’ll leave the Quill family and pledge my loyalty to you; just spare my 

life!” 

Before Emmanuel could give an order, Quintus‘ fist connected with Gregory,