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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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“What are they doing? Why does that car keep circling around that girl?”

“It’s obvious they’re bullying the girl. That car looks expensive; only the rich could afford it. And they’re tormenting a defenseless woman,” another observer noted.

A man, outraged, rolled up his sleeves.

“How audacious. I can’t stand it anymore. Let’s help that girl.”

The man next to him quickly restrained him.

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“Wait. Look at that car.

Whoever’s inside must be rich and powerful. We can’t afford to mess with him. Don’t ask for trouble.”

Trapped by the circling car, Millie felt immobilized. Her lips dry and cracked, she bent down and continued to cough.

“Ahem.. Ahem…”

Then, the roar of a car engine sounded again.

“Look!”

“Move aside!”

“Oh my God! A car is flying over.”

In the midst of Millie’s coughing, a silver Porsche suddenly dashed toward the Jaguar, ramming it into a side fence where it becstuck.

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The Porsche reversed, leaving the front of the Jaguar dented, while itself remaining intact.

Millie’s eyes widened in disbelief. The Jaguar had been smashed by the silver Porsche in an instant.

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“The Porsche was driving so fast just now, like an arrow,” someone exclaimed.

“In my opinion, the owner of the Porsche is so fierce because he can’t bear to see the Jaguar’s driver bully others,” another chimed in.

“Bravo. The owner of the Jaguar is too arrogant. He bullied a girl so openly. Who does he think he is?”

The door of the Porsche opened, and Marcus stepped out, his eyes cold and fierce like a dangerous beast.

Inside the Jaguar, Nancy shivered involuntarily.

Marcus quickly surveyed the occupants of the car before rushing over to Millie to check for injuries.

“Are you okay?”

“Well, Ahem… I’m fine,” Millie stammered, shaking her head. Though her throat still itched, she brushed the dust from her clothing and felt a surge of relief upon seeing Marcus.