Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
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Chapter 1850

Immanuel’s lips cured into a bold, defight 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 regrett

“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.

Chapter 1850 The Queen’s 1st Stand

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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,

“I have unwavering faith in my comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel

declared, his voice steady as he unleashed the Dragon–Breaking Palm

directly at Freya,

Her combat skills were no match for Emmanuel’s power; she was caught off

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

the sheer force,

No one could endure the force of the most powerful and relentless palm

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

to withstand the impact of his blows,

But Emmanuel was relentless, his attacks coming one after another, each

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wave of force crashing over the last with unrelenting pressure,

frey gritted her sliver teeth in ottle of techniques, how could a more

stand against the Northern Perfon War God

As she fought to fend 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 that left no room for resistance,

“Heh…”

Freya’s cheeks flushed a faint red, but she made no move to resist. Her eyes,

dark as the abyss, glinted with a cold mockery as she regarded Emmanuel.

“So, you’re going to such lengths to deal with a vulnerable woman like me?”

“A vulnerable woman?” Emmanuel’s smile hardened into a scornful sneer,

“You’ve enslaved thousands for decades! How many lives have you snuffed

out? How many lives have been lost in your dungeons? You’re more cruel

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Chapter 1850 The Curen’s last Stand

than the harshest executioner!”

Freya’s lips curled into a proud smile, though a shiver ran through her, “Heh, l

appreciate the praise!”

Emmanuel fought to keep 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 it’s over?”

“Hoh, of course I do, but now is not the time for them!” Freya’s cold laugh

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

battles unfold?”

“No need!” Emmanuel’s voice was resolute. “I trust them! They will win, no

matter what!”

“Even if they win, it will mean nothing if you are defeated,” Freya shot back,

her fearless demeanor only intensifying Emmanuel’s frown.

I could end her life with a mere exertion of force. Why does she still dare to

speak so boldly? Does she truly believe I’m afraid to kill her?

Meanwhile, at the southern bose, Rhett entered the Secret Boom and found a

entirely deserted.

He meticulously examined the intricate machinery and devices for a long

time, his thoughts racing to replace the right control to open the dock HowSIS,

due to communication issues, Rhett didn’t realize that the dock had to be

opened exactly at six in the evening; he was under the mistaken belief the

he still had plenty of time.

Outside the room, Anna received orders from the central commander to

press the button exactly at six. Yet, they were trapped outside the Secret

Room, helplessly waiting.

“Don’t worry!” a fellow warrior from the southern region, allied with Anna,

reassured her. “We still have over four hours. Rhett will surely finish off Liana

and come out early. At that time, we can tell him what needs to be done!”

Although Anna tried to stay positive, her unease remained, gnawing at her.

“Rhett Flynn, you seem quite at ease, don’t you?”

“Lone, why?‘ wr’s eyes as no ce

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