Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 268 - 264, Wesley Foley, a gentle and refined man

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Titus Zane...

Just got the wrong time because of Nicholas Croft, and now the cab broke down halfway, truly an unlucky year.

Pushing open the car door, Titus Zane approached the driver, "Master, what shall we do now?"

"What to do? Find a way!"

The driver spoke casually, but Titus Zane was not as optimistic.

He had already checked Wesley Foley’s schedule and planned the spot for an accidental meeting. If he missed this flight, all plans would have to be redeployed, causing not just trouble but possibly losing the best opportunity.

Anxious, Titus Zane looked around; the highway to the airport stretched endlessly.

"Master, how can we find a way?"

"You stand here and try to flag down another car!"

Although what the driver said was practically nonsense, now, there was no other choice.

"Please help me take out the suitcase."

The driver went to the back of the car, moved the suitcase out, and placed it on the ground. Titus Zane pulled the suitcase and stood by the broken taxi, hitchhiking towards the street.

On the highway, there were many passing vehicles, yet none stopped to help.

As time ticked away, Titus Zane grew increasingly anxious.

If his friend were here, the two of them would have driven a rented car to the airport by now.

His arm stayed extended, thumb up, toward the flowing traffic, starting to feel sore and swollen.

Just as he was about to lose all hope, a luxurious Bugatti stopped in front of him.

The driver rolled down the window and politely asked, "Do you need help?"

Seeing a lifeline, Titus Zane hurriedly dragged his suitcase forward and said, "Master, I’m trying to catch the ten o’clock flight to Banyan City, can you give me a lift?"

The driver looked back, seemingly consulting someone’s opinion, then turned his gaze towards Titus Zane. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"Come on in."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Master." Grateful, Titus Zane trotted around to the trunk, and as the trunk lifted and he was about to put his suitcase inside, a pale slender hand took hold of the handle of his suitcase. Titus instinctively looked up, staring at the man who was half a head taller, as he placed the suitcase into the trunk and closed it while a gentle voice resonated beside his ear, as soft as the man’s gentle and refined demeanor.

"Hurry up, or you’ll miss your flight."

"Ah? Oh, yes, sure." Mechanically, Titus followed the man into the car, sitting in the back feeling somewhat nervous and panicky, not because the man before him was exceptionally handsome and perfect, but because—

This man was Wesley Foley, the target from the information given to him by Sister Hua last night.

"What? Is there something dirty on my face?" Seeing Titus Zane’s gaze fixed on his face, Wesley turned his handsome face, his gentle demeanor as comforting as a stream when he smiled.

"Ah? I..." It was the first time Titus stuttered, completely at a loss in front of his target, devoid of his usual charming demeanor.

"I know, I’m perfect, many people think I’m a celebrity." As Titus was still flustered, Wesley’s voice came again, his thin lips harboring a smile, his dark eyes warm as they twinkled.

Knowing he was joking, Titus lowered his eyes, and upon raising them again, he smiled and said, "Sorry to make you laugh."

"It’s okay." Two words left Titus speechless again, how could he continue with this conversation...?

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