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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 107: Her Heart Tightened

She looked in the other direction through the one-way glass.

The two bidders were both VIPs on the second floor.

A woman and a man.

Neither of them was young, it seemed.

With her slender brows furrowed slightly, she stopped making bids.

Warrior Tucker turned his head to look at her, urging, "Why aren't you bidding?"

Yvonne Finley closed her eyes slightly, took a bite out of a pastry, "Let's see how far they'll go."

If she made a bid now, it would only inflate the price.

She wanted to observe and see the bottom line of the two bidders.

Warrior Tucker's eyes lit up, he raised his eyebrows at her: "How much do you have in your account?"

Yvonne Finley shrugged, chuckling softly: "A few tens of millions."

Warrior Tucker covered his mouth, then sat up scratching his head and cheek, "A few tens? How are you richer than me? Are all you painters so rich?"

Yvonne Finley pondered, "Not really..."