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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 378: Soft Spot

There are too many things in this world that are unknown, hidden beneath the calm, and once unveiled, they bring destruction in an instant.

This place is exactly like that.

Everywhere are ticking time bombs ready to explode with a single touch.

A slight carelessness can result in devastating damage.

On the third level underground.

A low-profile chip was applied to the back of Caleb Baker's neck.

He was way too familiar with it; his gaze was utterly serene.

"This way, please."

Someone led the way.

Caleb Baker's stride remained leisurely and his gaze steady, focused straight ahead, his mood even coolly murky.

Until.

They entered a door.

The room was vast.

Untold instrumentation was humming steadily.

Various precision tools were unimaginably advanced.

Inside, people were fully armed, their faces obscured.

Only one man, clad in a white lab coat and wearing glasses, looked to be in his thirties.