A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 763

On the road in Yeringham, Blake was still driving his decade-old Corolla,

following behind a Maserati.

“Haha, Magnus, seems like your plan has failed again, huh? You’re truly a

failure. You can’t even kill an enemy after so many attempts!”

At his teasing, Magnus’ lips curved into a faint smile. He held neither anger

nor dismay.

Yet, within his eyes, a glimmer of intrigue sparkled-a light hinting at

something more.

‘From my earliest days up until now, I have never encountered such a

enacious opponent. It’s rather interesting!”

Magnus pushed his glasses and grinned.

Haha, I’ve seen this scene play out in movies and novels. Usually, after the

ntagonist’s defeat by the protagonist, they utter such lines to salvage their

pride! Magnus, I’m starting to believe that you’re akin to an antagonist, and

your lifespan might not be all that long!”

“Enough of that. Focus on your driving. If you keep talking like this, we might

just see the end of our friendship!”

Magnus pretended to be slightly angry.

Blake continued to laugh heartily. It was a novel sight to witness Magnus in

this state. While not quite an expression of exasperation, the fact that

this point of frustration was rather

and see what kind of

Maserati, Ryder tightly gripped the steering

his palms were sweaty.

hadn’t driven for so many years, and now

woman he liked was sitting in the passenger seat. How

he not be nervous?

sweating so much? Is it

and offered him a tissue to

sweat.

each wipe only seemed to produce

me turn on the air

with concern. Given the early spring

for Ryder to be dripping

Ms. Franks, my dad gets hot whenever he’s around

chimed in from

you’re always butting

comment, it was Tia’s turn

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can someone as well-behaved as Mr. Lowe utter

suggestive?

quite awkward for a

the master of defusing tension,

wont to eat

be ever you are. That’s one thing you

bebe turning his gaze toward Tia with a noticeable hint

we grab a bite first? I-I’ll cover

son, a gave a

Mosers omiked in

greeters at

saw such a

of the passenger

book, they immediately assumed that the Maserati passengers

From a wealthy family.

that the person who walked out

At first glance, he could be mistaken

seasoned farmer.

one might conjecture he was, at