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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 409: Calm Wind

The turbid wind rushed down her throat straight into her lungs, as if her entire nasal cavity and trachea were clogged with sand, making each breath exceptionally difficult.

Yvonne Finley ran fast and hard. Even though she was not physically strong and had learned only the barest basics of self-defense, at this moment, she felt utterly powerless.

The sounds behind her relentlessly pursued her.

The light was so dim, and she ran in a concealed and confusing direction, making it impossible for those behind her to shoot her on the first try.

But a person's endurance is inevitably limited, especially for someone with a physique like Yvonne Finley, her stamina was considerably deficient.

She felt as though her heart was about to explode inside her chest.

But she couldn't stop.

The further away she was, the safer it would be for Caleb Baker.

She ran till her cheeks turned pale, and her lips gradually turned purple.

Until.

A gunshot echoed from behind her.