The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel 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.

Finally, Ned stopped the car. The two men in the car were 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 two women in the other car.

He chuckled. "Well, dealing with Chloe is annoying enough, let alone handling these people."

"Hmph." Stanley snorted, "This is her own doing. If she had stayed with me, would she have met these people?"

Ned nodded. "You're right."

Grace and Wendy got out of their car, holding their foreheads, leaning on the car door to calm down.

Wendy stared at the car that had hit them and then retreated a few meters unscathed, her teeth clenched, and even her facial muscles tensed. Anyone could see that the car had hit them deliberately.

When she saw Stanley getting out of the car, her anger intensified. She remembered seeing him in West Valley! He was with Chloe!

"Did you hit us on purpose?"

Stanley walked over with his hands in his pockets, and finally kicked her car. The car wobbled.

His foot stepped on the Porsche emblem and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were trying to kill yourselves, so I just helped you out."

"Kill myself? Am I crazy?"

Having experienced such great pain, and with unfulfilled wishes, how could she die?

Stanley smirked, "Is this road yours then? You're hogging the whole road with just one car?"