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.”

but to reluctantly brace himself and sit in the passenger

assuming he had not chosen the passenger seat due to safety concerns.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ve been driving for many years; my driving skills are excellent. Many male colleagues in the company have been in my

I’m not the only one

among all possible targets? It appears that she prefers young men and doesn’t

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

don’t like your car…”

She mused, You can’t drive or own a car. If you

to the hotel?

in a private room.

phone rang-a

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

granted a reprieve and

سم

too much

expression, Ms. Wenlocke asked, “Mr.

I just don’t like your car…” Shane subtly hinted, but it

mused, You can’t drive or own a car. If you don’t

private room. Just as they were about to sit down, Ms. Wenlocke’s phone rang-a

conveyed, leaving

as if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly devoured his meal. By the time Ms. Wenlocke returned, he had already

sight, she exclaimed, “Mr. Murphy, you

help it. I’m