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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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"Despite everything that's happened, you still refuse to yield, Richard Johnson. Doesn't your country have an expression that says fortune favours the wise?" Mason Fisher strode over to Caleb Baker. He looked Caleb up and down with an air of barely concealed derision as he bent over him.

Caleb had been here for over a month already.

A dispirited figure, yet unbowed no matter how much he was put through, refusing to give in. It was infuriating even to consider him.

Caleb forced his head up, his deep black eyes as if painted with ink, unfathomable as the abyss. The corners of his eyes forming unidentifiable curves that sent shivers through anyone's spine.

"What are you afraid of?" He shifted slightly, his long legs moving gracefully despite his hands being cuffed overhead. It did not impede his unyielding demeanor but instead enhanced it. "Have you run out of options? Do you require my advice? You've reached an impasse in your research, haven't you?"