Bandit

"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.
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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"

Wild Conquest

Yvonne Finley couldn't help but feel anxious, her keen senses informing her that Caleb Baker was still outside- his sudden phone call a testament to his exceptional observation skills.


She looked up and quietly looked at the security guard standing right in front of her.


Her hand tightened around her phone. Clearly, she had encroached upon a definite domain, and the man drinking nonchalantly in front of her, never turning around to look back, was the owner of this space.


She steadied her emotions and slowly asked, "Sir, may I take a phone call? It will only take a minute."


The man's hand, resting on the edge of the sofa, held a crystal wine glass. The thick, bewitching liquid inside waved unhurriedly, clashing against the glass wall, creating a sound like a flowing river- from where a chilling aura of domination oozed out unabated.


She lowered her gaze to the still ringing phone.


Chapter 105 Not So Cold* When Kissing Me