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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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466 Chs

Chapter 290: Be My Boyfriend

The incoming call ID showed a saved contact name.

'Miss / Big Heart Small'

This was unexpected.

Ever since he sneakily saved this number, she had not once contacted him.

He felt that the saved name was quite fitting; such a hard-hearted woman, as tough as they come.

Dax Harrison made a hushing gesture, glanced casually at the man doubling over in pain, slid to answer, wiped his bloody hand and replied, slightly indifferent and flippant, "Well, hello there, gorgeous! What wind blew you my way today?"

Grace Webb's voice was still as seductively poisonous as ever, "What, am I bothering you?"

Dax Harrison squatted down on one knee, the tip of his knife sliding under the man's fingernail, his skillful cruelty was relentless. The man wanted to scream in pain but his mouth was gagged, twitching and writhing in agony. However, Dax seemed to be taming an unruly dog, keeping his cool, "Why should I be bothered? It's been a while; nice to know you still have me in mind."