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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 361: The Truth

Ripples spread across the lake surface, and the wild ducks playing in the water, seeming to be startled by something, wing their way into the air and fly away.

It stayed upset for a long time.

Yvonne Finley's lips quivered, her throat feeling as if it had been burned by a hot iron. She couldn't make a sound.

Looking at the man in front of her, his face started to blur in her eyes, pulling her back to her lonely childhood years in the enormous villa, where her only friends were a pile of dolls, and her uncle who came to care for her. Her mother was always absent, given to drinking, and her father was hardly seen months at a time. She even nearly forgot she had a father.

She would probably only see him twice a year.

Each meeting was a hurried one.

The father and daughter hardly communicated at all.

She was too young then, too young to remember many people and events.