Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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

this point

to meet Emmanuel and see what

inside the Maserati, Ryder tightly

his palms were sweaty.

for so many years, and now he was driving a

the woman he liked was sitting in the passenger seat. How

he not be nervous?

Lowe, why are you sweating so

off and offered him a tissue to

sweat.

to her, each wipe only

me turn on the air

furrowed with concern. Given the early spring

perplexing for Ryder to be dripping

gets hot

chimed in from

always butting

suggestive comment, it was

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can someone as well-behaved as Mr. Lowe utter something

suggestive?

etmosphere become quite awkward for

of defusing

growing wont to

That’s one thing you got from

gaze toward

grab

gave a nod of

omiked in front

greeters at the entrance hurriedly walked over

smiles when they saw such

Ta step out of the passenger

assumed that the Maserati

From a wealthy family.

did they expect that the person who walked out of the driver’s

first glance, he could

seasoned farmer.

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

laborer.

revelation prompted discreet murmurs