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Her words, her aggrieved tone, instantly gave Yves King goosebumps. The chill gradually spread from his tailbone to the back of his head. Damn it, the trick she used today was really ruthless, completely demolishing any guilt he had been feeling.
"Alright, alright! Dear lady, I surrender, is that not enough?" Yves King spoke through a cloud of cigarette smoke, pulling a face. "Could you please stop using this tactic on me? Fine, you tell me. What do you want? Can you behave normally for a change? I can't take this anymore."
