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As she stared intensely at the president’s office, she took a deep breath, her inner rage burning on intensely. Ye Chen, you pervert, malicious beast! How dare you treat me as nothing!


As if grabbing her lunch was not bad enough, walking away so callously in front of her took it to another level. Did he think that she, with him staring her down, would not dare to eat her lunch?


She had seen shameless people, but none was as shameless as Third Young Master Ye.

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