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Skillful Although Matthew Kings’ recent performance had disappointed Veronica Murphy a little, she knew very well who was more important.

After she finished speaking, Antheena sat on the lap of the handsome foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes, showing no intention of speaking. The man held a toothpick and offered a piece of fruit to Antheena, saying, “Baby, calm down.” They conversed in Chinese. Veronica Murphy stood alone on the side, feeling awkward and unnecessary. After a moment of silence, she asked, “What do I need to do for you to release him?” She pleaded in a low and submissive voice. She, who had always been confident and composed in front of others, was willing to humble herself for Matthew Kings.

The man had protected her for over two years, risking his life and fortune, just to ensure her worry-free life. Love is a two-way street, and love always feels the need to take action.

“I, Antheena, want to kill someone. It all depends on my mood,” Antheena leaned back on the sofa, with the male model on her left squatting beside her, massaging her legs, perfectly portraying the humility of a “male servant”.

Antheena closed her eyes and enjoyed it, pursing her lips without saying a word, lazily tilting her head back. “Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?” In her heart, Veronica Murphy was not qualified enough to negotiate with her. If it weren’t for Xavier Crawford’s special place in her heart, Antheena probably wouldn’t even bother to look at Veronica Murphy.

Murphy didn’t deny it. “I indeed have no qualifications to negotiate with you.” She had come here today with no way

to come

Murphy never expected to witness such a shocking scene when she came to find Antheena today. Looking at the two male models beside her, she felt

self-awareness,” Antheena coldly snorted, casting a disdainful glance at Veronica Murphy, her eyes full of contempt. In this world, no one

after me, don’t harm others,” Veronica Murphy was in a passive position, and

of the blond-haired, blue-eyed male model on her right, raised her hand to play with her newly done nails, and said leisurely, “That depends on Miss Ben’s mood.” As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something and raised her hand to support herself, sitting up on the

Veronica Murphy up and

to spare Matthew Kings? Well, I suppose it’s not impossible. However…” With just a glance, Veronica Murphy seemed to sense the other’s