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The expression on his face truly rivalled that of an Oscar-winning actor. Every facet of surprise, anger, and resentment was displayed in their full intensity. The look he gave Faye Owen was almost like he was looking at an evil vixen exploiting someone's plight with her sharp claws.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, the air filled with an ambiguous vibe that deeply settled amidst the dust.
At this very moment, Faye was still frozen in the same position, absolutely dumbfounded on the spot. A shade of embarrassed red slowly crept up her cheeks, making her look like a half-red, half-green persimmon. Her lips were shaped in an oval from surprise and no words could yet escape her mouth. Her bright and charming eyes were wide open and unblinking, staring straight at Yves King. She had completely lost her ability to think and react.