Claire and Loreen greeted everyone warmly. Clinton gritted his teeth in great dismay as he looked at Claire, who was getting more radiant and beautiful.

When they were in college, he desperately tried to win her heart, but she simply ignored him.

However, she chose to marry a deadbeat loser who mooched off her.

Damn it, why?!

God must have been blind!

He squinted his eyes in agitation and sneered. “Hey, Charlie, you seem to live a good life after marrying Claire! You can even drive a BMW now! Did Claire buy it for you? You really are the role model of a toyboy!”

Claire was annoyed by his remark while Loreen quickly said, “Clinton, you’re wrong, it’s not Claire who bought the car but Charlie who had bought it himself!”

“Awesome, you can

are very quiet here and also very straight and wide, how about we have a race down the street to see who

annoyance, getting a little sulky at

than mine? This is a BMW 760, the most

silence as unease, so he immediately sneered. “Hey, Charlie, why are you still the same coward as you were when you were in college? It won’t use

Your car is a 540, Charlie’s is a 520, even I know there’s a huge gap

skills! A good car doesn’t necessarily mean it can go fast, it depends on the driver’s skills and courage. I wonder if Charlie has the courage to take up a

“Yes, Clinton’s right! Just say it if you’re afraid,

fun if we just talk about the bet? Let’s come up with something

suggestion, he blurted excitedly, thinking that Charlie was digging his own grave, “Let’s make a bet then—whoever loses the race must kneel on the ground and apologize to the winner. What

his head. “Nah, it’s such a childish bet. We’re all adults,

the restaurant with a large pile of fireworks. As

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