A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243 Deal Or Dilemma

Shane recoiled in fear. He silently pleaded, F*ck! Someone, please get a priest to exorcise this old witch. I don’t want

to be with her!

“No, 1 can’t drive, especially not your car!” Shane vigorously shook his head and threw up his hands. He thought, / would have escaped long ago if it wasn’t for Manny.

Shane expected Ms. Wenlocke to be angry but was surprised when she smiled kindly and replied, “You’re still very young. You probably haven’t obtained your driver’s license yet. Don’t worry, I’ll drive and can even teach you how to

drive.”

He was utterly stunned! He thought, I’m prepared for this, but it seems she wants to teach me how to intimate slowly!

“Let’s go. Get in the car.” Ms. Wenlocke remained enthusiastic, mindful of the collaboration instructions from

higher-ups, not wanting to cause any trouble.

Shane quickly avoided her outstretched hand and headed straight to the back seat. Ms. Wenlocke, sitting in the driver’s seat, was displeased with his behavior. She thought, I have been in business for so many years and have

never seen such an impolite child!

She urged, “Mr. Murphy, aren’t you being too distant? Come sit in the passenger seat.”

had no choice but to reluctantly brace himself and

smile, assuming he had not chosen the passenger seat due

my driving skills are excellent. Many male colleagues

that I’m not the only one who’ has fallen prey to this old witch. She has been using her power

good-looking, so why me among all possible targets? It appears that she prefers young men and doesn’t even spare outsiders like me. This is just too much

his distressed expression, Ms. Wenlocke asked, “Mr. Murphy, what’s wrong? Are you feeling

Nothing. I just don’t like your car…” Shane subtly hinted, but it was

simply drove off. She mused, You can’t drive or own a car. If you don’t

to the hotel?

arrived at the hotel, greeted by a feast in a private

rang-a call from

take this call,” she conveyed, leaving

as if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly

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much to

his distressed expression, Ms. Wenlocke asked, “Mr. Murphy, what’s

Nothing. I just don’t like your car…” Shane

off. She mused, You can’t drive or own a car. If you don’t like mine, can you magically fly to the

a private room. Just as they

take this call,” she conveyed, leaving the private room to ensure her conversation with her

granted a reprieve and quickly devoured his meal. By

exclaimed, “Mr. Murphy, you eat

I’m a fast eater,” Shane