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"Hey, Yves King, is 'Wendy Quay' the only thing your pig-brain can think about?" Mabel Cooper's mature, elegant, and somewhat cold face was masked with clear annoyance, her complexion fading in anger. Her slender fingers gripping his ear tightly, she admonished fiercely, "Would you please open your eyes wide and see who's been serving you all day long?"
Mabel was indeed quite annoyed. Despite her high status, she had served him like a maid all day long. Even if she did not expect him to thank her profusely, should he not at the very least offer some gratitude, see her in a different light? Instead, after all this, Yves King was still thinking about nothing but Wendy Quay.
