The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1123

“Alright.” Elizabeth replied, her tone indifferent, “Seven it is.”

Addie nodded, “Okay.”

She then lifted her head to look at Wendy standing by the side, and without any expression, turned and walked away.

Before she even got into the kitchen, she heard Wendy’s low voice.

“Well, Elizabeth… Chloe… I’ll let you be…

Elizabeth glanced at her, “You’re not going to stay for dinner?”

Wendy smiled, “There’s some business at the company that needs my attention. I won’t bother you any longer.” “Oh.”

Elizabeth didn’t say much more, just replied, “Be careful on the road then.”

“Okay.”

After leaving the villa, Wendy glanced at her watch, bit her lip, and hurried towards her car. Her car slowly pulled out of the Harper family driveway and gradually picked up speed, zooming down the road.

Wendy gritted her teeth, her face taut. As she saw a black car slowly approaching from a distance, she gripped the steering wheel and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The window was wide open, the cold air rushing into the car, whipping her long hair around. She bit her lower lip, her face twisted in pain.

As Damon drove around two bends, he saw a sports car coming towards him. He furrowed his brow, slightly turning the steering wheel, moving towards the inner side of the road. He tried to avoid the out–of–control car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his brow furrowed, silently watching as the oncoming car got closer and closer.

Despite the distance, Wendy clearly saw the handsome, composed man in the car.

years of persistence, filled her heart with endless grievances. She gritted her teeth until her car got closer and closer to his black Bentley, then abruptly turned the steering wheel. The car skidded along the mountain wall for a while, before coming to a stop not far from Damon’s car. At the moment of collision with the mountain,

stopped car. He stared at the car full of airbags for a while, then unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. He was tall

deflated, Wendy propped up her head, leaning back in her seat, squinting at the man standing not far away. His clothes were well–tailored, fitting him perfectly.

watched him quietly, blood trickling down from her hand. She bit her lip, her face pale,

ache. Why was she

other women? He was right in front

was driving her crazy. Even now, he wouldn’t show her

“Get out.”

rang out. Wendy stared at the stern man in front of her. She bit her

she couldn’t open it. She turned to look at the passenger door, intending to move

Wendy’s tears flowed even more freely. She wasn’t pretending, the wound was real, the dizziness

eyes. So she really crashed into the mountain, just to get a chance to

Damon, cold and ruthless, a man all women couldn’t touch. But the more he was like this, the more

cold wind blew from above, then she was pulled out of the car by a force. She was dragged out, flung against the car, just managing to steady herself, a dull pain emanating from

from her, a few steps away, staring at her

do you

she lifted her head to look at Damon, blood still flowing from her

her expression full

stared at her, his lips parting slightly. “Speak.”

waste

do for you

to do anything. The two things are unrelated.”

Unrelated…

was only her concern, and whether he would