(Second Update)
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"So it's Director Zadra, good morning," Yves King squinted his eyes and started to unabashedly scan her body up and down. She seemed to be dressed particularly sexy today, with a white silk high-heeled skirt, exuding a mature peach flavor all over her body.
Women naturally possess an extreme sensitivity towards the way men look at them. Quincy Zadra, a seasoned veteran, could clearly see Yves King's unhidden ogling. Immediately, she smiled, raising her peach blossom eyes, and muttered inside, 'So this bastard named King, pretending to act seriously in front of that vixen Vivi Fisher, doesn't even give me face. But today, finally exposed his true colors. Hmm, kid, if it were yesterday, and you stood by my side, trampling on Vivi Fisher, and managed to improve my mood, I might have even given you a sweet treat. But now, it's too late.'