?<strong>Chapter 748:</strong>


    Bobby nced at the row of parked sports cars—eight in total. Even if Fannie raced down, she’d have plenty of room to slow down andnd safely.


    It wasn’t a dangerous trail, but sending the bike off the cliff and that brief moment of being suspended in mid-air was the thrill of it all.


    The roar of the engine drowned out their voices as Bobby gazed at the bright moon. “If yound safely, you marry me.”


    “Stop trying to take advantage,” Fannie hissed, twisting the throttle. The bike shot forward, its engine roaring loudly, echoing across the mountain.


    Birds hidden in the forest scattered in every direction as Fannie felt a sudden lightness, the bike slipping dangerously out of control as it flew off the cliff.


    Her heartbeat stilled, and for a second, she was sure the drop would send her straight to death’s feet.


    A crash resounded, snapping Fannie back to attention.


    The motorcyclended on the roof of a sports car. She reimed control, gradually slowing down, and leapt from the tops of the eight cars to the ground,nding steadily. Cheers erupted as she removed the helmet. A gust of wind brushed her face, iling her hair behind her. She spotted Bobby and gave him a thumbs-down.


    She might have almost shit her pants, but she survived that drop.


    Bobby scratched his head, shing an indulging smile. “Guess you win. Everyone, pack up!”


    With a triumphant smile, Fannie returned to the vige with the chief’s sons.


    She had just settled in her room at the guesthouse when rain turned into a downpour outside.


    Because of the sudden downpour, Bobby and his group sought shelter at the guesthouse.


    The group was rowdy, and the thin walls of Fannie’s room did nothing to muffle their voices. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.


    Thankfully, the noise died down a whileter, leaving only the sound of rain pattering outside in her ears.


    But that divine silence was soon interrupted by a knock on her door.


    “Who is it?” Fannie called out, tense.


    “Your future husband.” It was Bobby’s voice.


    Since when had he be her future husband?


    Fannie remained wary, sitting up in bed. “What do you want?”


    “There’s no room left,” he replied casually from behind the door. “The owner said we share this one.”


    The owner would never utter such a thing.


    Fannie could feel the lies dripping from Bobby’s words. “Just a moment.”


    She dialed the owner of the guesthouse, only to confirm that due to the relentless downpour, every room was upied. True, no vacancies remained, yet Bobby had intentionally relinquished his own room for another’s gain.


    His motives were always calcted. Frankly, he sought any pretext to share a room with her.


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