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Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 763

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

someone could get him to this point of frustration was rather amusing.

He was curious to meet Emmanuel and see what kind of character he was.

Meanwhile, inside the Maserati, Ryder tightly gripped the steering wheel, and

his palms were sweaty.

He hadn’t driven for so many years, and now he was driving a Maserati.

Moreover, the woman he liked was sitting in the passenger seat. How could

he not be nervous?

“Mr. Lowe, why are you sweating so much? Is it hot?”

Tia sensed that something was off and offered him a tissue to wipe his

sweat.

Unbeknownst to her, each wipe only seemed to produce more sweat.

“Are you feeling unwell? Let me turn on the air conditioning.”

Tia’s brows furrowed with concern. Given the early spring weather, the

temperature was nid. It was perplexing for Ryder to be dripping with sweat.

“Hehe, Ms. Franks, my dad gets hot whenever he’s around you!” Tommy’s

voice chimed in from the backseat.

“Hey, little brat, you’re always butting in. Get back in your seat!”

At Ryder’s suggestive comment, it was Tia’s turn to blush.

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How can someone as well-behaved as Mr. Lowe utter something so subtly

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