Love At The Wrong Table

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

could get him to this point of

to meet Emmanuel and

inside the Maserati, Ryder tightly gripped the

his palms were sweaty.

years, and now he

was sitting

he not be nervous?

you sweating

sensed that something was off and offered him a tissue to wipe

sweat.

only

you feeling unwell? Let me

furrowed with concern. Given the early spring weather,

nid. It was perplexing for

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

chimed in from

brat, you’re always butting

suggestive comment, it was Tia’s

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can someone as well-behaved as Mr. Lowe utter

suggestive?

quite awkward for

master of defusing tension, swiftly intervened.

wont to

ever you are. That’s one

turning his gaze toward Tia with a

we grab a bite first?

gave a nod

omiked in front of

security guards and greeters at the entrance

saw such a

step out of the passenger seat

book, they immediately assumed that the Maserati passengers

From a wealthy family.

did they expect that the person who walked out of the driver’s seat

man. At first glance, he could be mistaken for

seasoned farmer.