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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 59 Some Heartbreak

Occasional announcements echo throughout the terminal, flight attendants are weaving through the crowd in groups, becoming a noticeable spectacle amongst the masses.

Caleb Baker merely glanced at her the last message she sent him.

As if confirming something.

He goes back to look at the flight information she once sent him.

Only forty minutes had passed.

He gently rubbed his temple, feeling cold, his head throbbed slightly as if his physical strength was being drained away. Moments later, Caleb Baker turned around, not even wasting any more time on WeChat.

He called her without any hesitation.

But Yvonne Finley didn't pick up.

He tried three times.

And still, no answer.

Caleb Baker stopped wasting his energy.

He was never patient with anything or anyone, even his mom said more than once that he was inherently dispassionate and indifferent, hardly passionate about anything, playing with the world and displaying a pure egoistic attitude.

If it was any other situation.