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Wayne Bailey sat at his elephant-shaped red solid wood desk, with a rhombus cashmere chair adorned with diamond buckles.
A French-style platinum-edged record player played light world famous tunes...
[Princess Syndrome? My memory isn't very good, I tend to be forgetful, only remembering those who cared about me.]
Keeping a blank expression, he listened to the last sentence...
Anna Jadwin's instant noodle hairstyle image sprang to his mind, very vivid.
He was always aloof and indifferent to others, pursued by countless talented and wealthy young ladies, but only a few of them managed to leave a lasting impression on him.
There were a few girls from families who had good relations with The Baileys, spending great efforts to familiarize themselves with him and trying to stand out, yet he couldn't even remember their names.
In Raphael Bailey's words, all the women in the world looked the same and were indistinguishable in his eyes.
However, he probably would never forget the arrogant and domineering woman in his world.
He had all of Anna Jadwin's information in his hands and he lazily flipped through the pages.
It was strange that despite his always being self-disciplined, as soon as he thought of her, his body would be engulfed in fiery desire and his lower half would ache from stiffness.
Her faint, alluring scent left him hopelessly infatuated...
Like the most evil and lascivious demon provoked, he wanted to press her down and possess her roughly, again and again.
"Bro, have you finished watching the video?"
"Are you that idle?" Wayne continued to review the piled-high documents.
"There's a rival team on their way to teach her a lesson, aren't you going to do something about it? If she sends this one away, what about next time?"