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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 63 Can I Leave Your House Alive?

Yvonne Finley pushed him on his chest somewhat impatiently. "Caleb Baker, the way you're talking, makes it seem like I'm a terrible woman when in reality I've always been nice to you."

This time he snorts lightly and looks at her, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. He grasps her chin and tilts her head from side to side as if he were trying to size her up. "I need to take a good look."

"What are you looking at?"

"Checking if you're feeling guilty."

Yvonne Finley: "...…"

She subtly puffed up her cheeks. "I'm being serious with you."

At this moment, he released her and leaned back, sitting on the leather chair across from her with a playful demeanor. "I wasn't joking either, sister." His voice paused for a moment, his throat slightly hoarse. "You should know very well what kind of a person I am. You did investigate me, didn't you?"

His words are a statement of fact.

He knows everything

He really does know everything.