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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 379: Bait

The summer night was filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas. The heatwave had already begun, with occasional breezes bringing the rustling sound of life.

Today was the third day.

The third day since Caleb Baker left.

Yvonne Finley sat in the rose garden, looking at the vast swathes of roses. She didn't understand why, but despite it only being three days, many flowers in the garden had already wilted, their leaves turning yellow, decaying slowly in the soil.

A frown formed between Yvonne Finley's brows. She walked over, crouched down and began picking up the flower petals from the soil, and trimming the wilted flowers. Having returned some of their original beauty, she reflected that the rose garden he had gifted her couldn't very well be withering away.

Staring at a rose swaying gently in the wind, Yvonne Finley's thoughts were somewhat vague. Three days.

She still couldn't reach Caleb Baker.