Chapter 60 You Have No Other Moves Left_1

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Faye Owen's face, as pristine as a goddess, flushed red, then drained white, her teeth gritted in a mélange of embarrassment and fury. Surprise, indeed, was an understatement. At that moment, she couldn't care less about Yves King's artful switch of a lit cigarette with a large sausage.

All she knew was one fact – she had been duped by that rascal Yves King once again.

Damn him, the infuriating swine. Finally regaining her composure after the shock, she hurriedly discarded the sausage that had disgusted her to the point of goosebumps. Meanwhile, Yves King had already taken refuge in the kitchen, busying himself with dinner preparations.

"Yves King, you scoundrel, you bastard, you detestable man." Faye Owen fumed and banged the door. "You, you, you…how dare you trick me like this. Open the door! I want to settle the score with you."