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"Ssh~" Yves King couldn't help but take in a sharp breath, incredulously staring at her. "Isabella, are you serious? This isn't a joke."
"I never joke." With a hint of mischief in her eyes, Isbella stared back at Yves King's face solemnly, unabashedly saying, "I'm giving you two options. Make your decision quickly. Kill me or become my man."
"Uh, madam, impulsiveness is the devil! Don't be so impulsive! Besides, you can't just snatch someone's feelings. Do not do anything you might regret!" Yves King's guilty conscience shone through his words, he looked at Isabella's serious expression and felt a bit uneasy. The muscles in his cheeks twitched involuntarily, he calmly comforted her, "Besides, what's so good about me that you want to take me away?" He would never be able to kill Isbella, he wasn't that heartless.