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"Comfortable? How can that be?" Yves King joked, moving closer and reaching out to embrace her waist: "Didn't I just follow your orders and go to cheer her up? To make her feel happier, without any ulterior motives?"
"Do not touch me with your thieving hands." Faye Owen twisted her delicate body to avoid his roving hands. Her colorless face was like an ice sculpture, her voice was oddly charming: "Yves King, so you're telling me, you were hugging and kissing Vivi Fisher right in front of me. And I am supposed to thank you? And kindly say to you, 'Old King, you've worked hard.' Is that what you want, Yves?" The delicate finger that was holding her phone now was pinching his waist.