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Yves King was closing his eyes slightly, a smile of satisfaction spread over his face, evidently pleased with the current star-rated service. But this smile disappeared instantly, as though he had detected an intense chill in the air. Realizing the familiar, seductive voice, his lips twitched stiffly on the spot.
Without waiting for him to react, Faye Owen griped his ear with her long, cold fingers. She sneered and said, "Well, hello Mr. King, very well."
"Ah~" Yves knew things were going south, and he had to rely on his adaptability to salvage the situation. So, he pretended to be just waking up from a light sleep. However, he did not immediately open his eyes and played dumb, saying, "Hey, Ilya, why are you pinching my ear? Special service? I don't need it. I have a wife, we definitively don't need it."
