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

to this point of frustration was

curious to meet Emmanuel and see what

tightly gripped

his palms were sweaty.

so many years,

was sitting in the passenger seat. How

he not be nervous?

why are you sweating so much? Is it

off and offered him a tissue to wipe

sweat.

only seemed

me turn on

concern. Given the early spring

was perplexing for Ryder to

Franks, my dad gets

in from the

brat, you’re always butting

comment, it was Tia’s turn

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as well-behaved as Mr.

suggestive?

become quite

the master of defusing

wont

are. That’s one thing you got

turning his gaze toward

we grab a bite

son, a gave a

omiked in front of an

and greeters at

they saw

Ta step out of the passenger seat

assumed that the Maserati

From a wealthy family.

they expect that the person who walked out

older man. At first glance, he could be

seasoned farmer.

inspection, one might conjecture he was, at best, a

laborer.

prompted discreet murmurs

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