However, being able to hook up with him is not only an affirmation of her charm, but also an endless amount of money to spend. Moreover, if she can capture his heart, she will directly destroy whoever dares to offend her in the future.
Thinking of this, Amy smiled lightly and looked at him lovingly. Her eyes were so seductive and lingering that no man could avoid her move.
Amy is extremely confident in giving perfect evaluations from the bottom of her heart. This is her special skill, and it is the result of practicing countless times in front of the mirror.
"You are so tempting." Abraham said in a low voice, his brown eyes filled with deep desire due to her actions.
Lowering her head shyly, Amy shyly followed his steps and walked out of the venue.
She said that no man could escape her charm.
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"Bang."
“Bang bang bang!”
In the old castle, there was a violent banging sound coming from the study room on the fourth floor.
Angrily, he swept everything on the desk to the floor, and as if he felt that his anger was not enough, he kicked the armchair with all his strength.
"Bang!" The whole study erupted with a deafening sound again.
"Wow!" The visitor pushed open the study door and looked at the messy files on the floor. Even the computer was broken in half. "You look very angry!"
Lance shrugged his shoulders, walked over the ruins and came to the counter to pour himself a glass of red wine. He sipped lightly and looked at the angry man in the room with a smile.
"Lance!" the man said with warning, his light blue eyes exuding cold fire, "If you still want to survive in the Smith family, you'd better put away your careless expression."
"Oh?" Lance raised his eyebrows slightly, and the charming Danfeng blinked, "Are you talking about this expression?"
"Bang!" A strong fist hit his handsome face.
"I'm warning you." Grabbing his clothes, Blunt pushed him hard against the wall and stared at him sinisterly, "Don't think I dare not kill you."
Wiping away the blood on the corners of his lips, Lance stood up slowly and said in a soft voice: "Then are you going to kill me now?"
"Hmph." Blunt snorted contemptuously and glanced at him disdainfully from the corner of his eye, "I'm afraid I'll get my hands dirty if I kill you."
Hearing his words, Lance patted the clothes on his body nonchalantly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Mu Ziluo can make you so restless, how can you still..."
"Bang!"
The body that had just stood upright suffered another strong attack and was knocked to the ground.
"What do you think a Mu Ziluo can achieve?" Sitting astride Lance, Blunt said with a stern face: "Even if Mu Ziluo has the ability to become a big player, don't forget that I still have Bu.
Lunt is here, and he is just dreaming about getting the position of the patriarch of the Smith family."
"Then why are you so angry?" Lance raised his lips slightly and stared at him steadily.
Is it really a foolish dream?
If he didn't feel an unprecedented threat, how could he explain Blunt's current behavior?
"Why should I be so angry?" Blunt raised his thin lips slightly, showing a bloodthirsty smile, and moved his thick palms on his face unusually softly, "Lance, I just realized today that you are really good-looking.
good."
Suppressing the rising chill, Lance stared at him without saying a word.