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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 213: Meeting on a Narrow Path

Yvonne Finley slept deeply that night, oblivious to what had transpired or what was said by Caleb Baker. She awoke feeling tired, as though she had run a marathon, a peculiar and unpleasant sensation.

By the time she woke up.

The sun was high in the sky.

It was eleven o'clock.

The room was dark, the curtains blocking out the blazing sun, not disturbing her sleep in the slightest, allowing her to rest peacefully.

When she got up, she languished for a while before finally getting out of bed.

She went to the window.

Pulling back the curtains, the sunlight rushed in, bathing the room in golden light. The rose garden in the greenhouse seemed to be dusted with golden powder, shimmering, so beautiful that she could hardly tear her eyes away. The view was even more stunning in the light of day than at night.

A look of astonishment gradually came over her face, followed by a soft laugh.

At such a young age, where had he learned all this charm?

However, quite soon.