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Yves King couldn't utter a word either. He could understand the astonishment of those pretty office ladies, but even the least attractive, those hammy, vulgar beings. Even if they undressed in front of him, he wouldn't glance at them twice. Yet, they were acting as frightened birds as well. How ridiculous!
Fortunately, Yves King had a strong mindset. He walked among the numerous strange looks, feeling casual and composed. Not to mention these mixed-strand office ladies, even if hundreds of fierce men were staring at him, he would stroll along without concern, just like taking a walk in his own backyard.
But when he arrived at Faye Owen's office door, he realized that her secretary, Lane, had stepped forward to block him. Under Yves King's gaze, her slender figure seemed like an adorable little quail.