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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 139 Blooming in the Field

In this grandiose yet corrupt game of emotions-

It seemed that no one had the upper hand.

They were both unyielding, refusing to back down.

Like prisoners on a death trail, all vying for the last strand of life.

Warrior Tucker's vision blurred. Above the vast open field outside was endless darkness, pressing heavily on one's heart. It seemed to be waiting for the fortress in her heart to crumble.

And he was not faring any better.

His thoughts were a raging surge of barely-contained anger.

He wished desperately to make her hurt, both physically and emotionally. They were both stubborn, neither willing to back down.

Warrior Tucker struggled and hit him nonstop, but the man was strong-willed, much like when they first got together a few years ago. He was always unpredictable, always making her uncomfortable and in pain, as if saying, this life, is mine, only I have the right to be so extravagant with it.

"Walker Martinez, aren't you tired of me yet?"