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"You're a beauty who's got me captivated, even infatuated," Yves King declared, smoking and weariness evident in his gaze, "I think no man could resist you, and I am no exception."
Ice melted slightly upon Mabel Cooper's face.
"Honestly, I want to throw everything to the wind right now, pin you down on this bed," His gaze greedily trailed over her. The tight black suit, white shirt, accentuated her intellectual beauty.
Mabel's cheeks flared a light crimson, she shot him a fierce glare, his words were shameless.
"Especially since you're a district secretary, a figure of great power and reverence," He chuckled derisively, "To have you, to conquer you would no doubt make any man feel a sense of triumph. And I admit, I'm just another vulgar man."
Mabel had endured in the whirlpool-like officialdom until today and climbed higher, thanks to her background and staunch support. But it cannot be denied that she possesses exceptional wisdom and keen insight.
