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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 1124
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Marcus took Millie’s hand, leading her toward the Porsche. Humphrey and Nancy clumsily exited the Jaguar, and all four found themselves standing beside the silver car.

Humphrey’s fists clenched in anger. Marcus had just rammed his car into the guardrail, the action feeling like a direct slap to his face.

With a challenging frown, Marcus lifted his chin and asked in a teasing manner, “Mr. Morgan, so you still want to try?”

Humphrey’s face tightened, his fist clenching as he looked ready for a fight. Without hesitation, he snapped, “Okay.”

He felt the need to redeem himself.

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“What do you want to play? It’s up to you.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Race,” Marcus responded, a confident smile playing on his lips.

“No problem. See you in South Mountain.”

South Mountain was a well-known racing spot in Preagend, marked by its rolling road surfaces, more than a hundred complex turns, and extremely narrow buffer zones.

“Honey, get in the car.” Marcus opened the door for Millie.

Once inside, Millie grabbed his hand, her voice filled with worry.

“Are you really going to race with him?”

She had heard that the lanes in South Mountain were incredibly complex and permitted no mistakes. Countless famed cars had met their end there. Sbeclegends, while others were destroyed.

It was a paradise for racing enthusiasts and a dangerous abyss at the stime.

A single mistake could be fatal.

“Honey, trust me,” Marcus reassured her, gently tucking her hair behind her ear and giving her cheek a tender squeeze. His fury had ignited when he saw Millie trapped by Humphrey, and he had acted impulsively, gunning the gas and charging at him.

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Had he not restrained himself, he might have run Humphrey down.

Humphrey had dared to torment his cherished wife, and now Marcus sought revenge.

“Okay, I trust you,” Millie relented, seeing that Marcus’ mind was made up. She took his hand and kissed it.

The kiss fueled Marcus’ determination. He reclaimed his hand, stepped on the gas, and set a course for South Mountain.

Meanwhile, Humphrey and Nancy were left standing in an awkward silence. Humphrey had to wait for his secretary to bring a new car before he could make his way to South Mountain.

Upon arrival at the racing track, Marcus’ car immediately caught the eye of the assembled crowd. The place was bustling with wealthy young enthusiasts that day, and the sense of anticipation was palpable.

A man planted one foot on the orange collision platform and gazed toward the entrance of the parking lot.

“Wow, it’s Mr. Thomas here.”