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Wild Conquest

"Prince of Eden Vs. Sly and Charming Deviant" Yvonne Finley, a new artist in the art industry, unexpectedly confesses her love online. She tagged a microblog user without any personal profile with a high-profile love declaration: "Can I kiss you?" An unexpected winner artist who has recently won a world-class gold award in the art industry. Aside from her exceptional talent, her extraordinary beauty has won the hearts of countless fans. But she rose to the top of the hot search with a startling statement. Countless fans’ dreams shattered late into the night. * In Yvonne Finley's eyes, the main character of this topic, Oscar Baker, is dishonest, hard to hook, tough, enchanting and makes her crazy. Other people's younger brothers are either puppies or wolves. But him - a mad person. Always with the laziest, crap and rebellious tone, saying the most overdue and provocative things to enrage people. -- Sis, you surely know how to take advantage. -- Sis, are you this crazy for me? -- Sis, can I charge an hourly rate for a kiss? Yvonne Finley, run out of patience, let this annoying mad person yelp at whoever it wants. She won't be waiting for him anymore. Later on. When she was imprisoned, the man who used to be lazy and rebellious was now taking the stand in court, clearing all the obstacles for her. He arrogantly came to the defendant's bench, pinched her neck across the table like a lover, and laughed in a languid and reckless manner, "Sis, how come you look... so great in this rundown state." The whole court was dumbfounded. Yvonne Finley: …Is it just me or is he really crazy? All the audacity at this time? The truth proved that he was indeed a maverick rebel. He was unmatched, right and left, and was only willing to break worldly rules for her and become her disciple. "Two bosses, non-virtuous male and female, the male lead initially pretends"

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Chapter 127: The Brutal Man

The ornate wooden window was propped open, and the rustling wind slid in, brushing a man's face with a chill. The man behind the screen leaned slightly to the side, his silhouette blurred by the scattering light. He was smoking, the flickering flame stirred up a nameless, disturbing sense of dread.

Yvonne Finley couldn't make out the details. She could only see the man's superior nose profile, but his voice...

It seemed familiar to her.

The man on the ground twitched his shoulders, his mouth wordless, his hollow eyes filled with deep despair. They were the hopeless eyes of a man who wished for death, yet death wouldn't come.

Yvonne lowered her gaze.

Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, yet she maintained the usual composure on her face. She was uncertain of the man inside, his agenda, thus she had to tread carefully.

It meant she couldn't call for help or threaten him with law enforcement.

Otherwise...

She could end up like the man on the ground.