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"As for you, how is your plan proceeding tonight?" The man disdainfully tossed a photo ID to one side, lit a cigarette, and asked indifferently.
The ID slid down the edge of the bed to the floor, and under the dim, intoxicating light, a clear male face appeared — it was Yves King!
The woman twisted her head softly and coquettishly against his arm, then continued in a sweet, tender voice, "I always succeed in my missions. I didn't expect the plan to approach Mandy Qamar to be unexpectedly successful. I hadn't thought that Faye Owen would attend the class reunion with Mandy, which saved us a lot of effort."
