The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1242

Stanley looked up and saw the red sedan driving towards them, a cold glint in his eyes. “Pathetic.”

“Huh?‘ Ned was caught off guard by Stanley’s unexpected remark. Although this was a common phrase, coming out of Stanley’s mouth, it felt unique.

Stanley sat back in his seat, watching the approaching red car. He chuckled coldly, his voice regaining a touch of its usual frivolity. “If Miss Alonso had any brains, Chloe wouldn’t have had a chance to get messed up with Damon. Such a great opportunity, and she’s made a mess of it. Lost her dignity now, still trying to get

close. Useless!

Uh… If Wendy could be with Mr. Harper, then Stanley must’ve been the closest man to Chloe.

From a standpoint, they should be on the same team. But indeed, Wendy seemed to be lacking some brain cells! Such a waste of her status.

Wendy watched as several cars lined up in front of her, her eyebrows furrowing. Could it be Chloe? Going to the hotel this early?

Wendy snorted and said, “Mom, don’t give way. Force them to stop

Grace drove, not giving way as Wendy commanded, continuing to drive in the middle of the road.

Ned slowed down. “Seems like they want to force us to stop.”

Stanley wore an expressionless face, staring at the glaring red car. A cold smile played on his lips as he uttered his ruthless command, “Hit them.” “Yes, sir.”

Just as the two cars were about to come to a face–to–face stop, Ned suddenly stepped on the gas. By this time, Grace had almost stopped her car, the distance between the two cars would not allow her to maneuver aside.

In just a few seconds, there was a loud bang. Wendy and Grace screamed, their bodies were violently shaken by the impact, and they felt their heads hit hard. A wave of pain surged. Wendy’s wounds were strangled by the seatbelt.

unharmed, their clothes neat and tidy, unaffected. Even the doors of both cars were shut tight, Ned could hear the high–pitched screams of the

with Chloe is annoying enough, let alone handling these people.”

“This is her own doing. If she had stayed with me, would

“You’re

and Wendy got out of their car, holding their foreheads, leaning on the car door

few meters unscathed, her teeth clenched, and even her

getting out of the car, her anger intensified. She remembered seeing him in

you hit us on

pockets, and finally kicked her car. The car wobbled.

and raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were trying to kill yourselves, so I just helped you

myself? Am I crazy?”

pain, and with unfulfilled wishes,

hogging

Harper family, if it’s not the Alonso family’s, then it’s the Harper family’s.” And wasn’t everything that

belongs to the Harper family, and

not

you might not be as arrogant as me. Because no matter who the road belongs to, if I want

“Who the hell are

crazy as her?

to Grace, and again raised his leg, this time placing it on the roof of the car. His hands were still in his pockets, as he gave a light push. The car started to sway

close to a cliff, the car’s shaking scared her, and she quickly

said I was as crazy as Chloe, right? Let me show you

leg and then kicked hard. Her brand–new Porsche, which she had bought less than a month ago, rolled over from its spot, broke through the stone

steel rolling echoed throughout the

“Bang‘