Chapter 1243 Deal Or Dilemma

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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.”

to reluctantly brace himself and sit in the passenger seat.

Wenlocke resumed her smile, assuming he had not chosen the passenger seat due to

excellent. Many male colleagues in the company have been in my car, and

is insane! It seems that I’m not the only one who’ has fallen prey to this old witch. She has

exceptionally good-looking, so why me among all possible targets? It appears that she prefers young men and doesn’t even

asked, “Mr.

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

You can’t drive or own a car. If you don’t like mine, can you magically fly

to the hotel?

hotel, greeted by a feast in a private room. Just as they were

phone rang-a call from Smith.

sorry. I must take this call,” she conveyed, leaving the private room to

as if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly devoured his meal. By the time

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too much to

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

your car…” Shane subtly hinted, but it was useless.

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

room. Just as they were about to

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

over, Shane felt as if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly devoured

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