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"At first, when I wanted to buy into the business, you were less than thrilled. Now, it seems I have indeed disturbed your good things."
Harada Yukie cast a glance at the few people in the café, couldn't help but tease Haruka Yuzan with a sour tone.
"Sister Yukixi, please stop making fun of me."
Haruka Yuzan was somewhat helpless. Harada Yukie, now, was like a beautiful, abandoned woman—lonely, cold, yet gorgeous and sexy... filled with resentment.
"Hmph, I'll let you off this time."
Harada Yukie huffed.
However, the beautiful woman's gaze turned to the lovely figure standing at the counter.
Just as gentle and charming, just as gracefully attractive, warm like a spring breeze, with her full bosom and a waist that seemed delicate enough to encircle with one's hands. Beneath the white shirt were those voluptuous, denim-clad legs.
Everything was so perfect, enchanting, voluptuous.
