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Lady Iris walks to him as her hips sway in the long, green tight dress she wears. Alfredo is skeptical towards her that runs in his veins that he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
Who would have imagined that she would come in his way after dealing with those two unexpected Ladies? Of course, Alphonso feels crap that he could no longer keep up dealing with the candidates.
The Prince thought that he could find his peace of mind, but Lady Iris blurts out something that wary him.
"You are my type of man, Mr. Messenger. I love how you dismissed those useless girls. Do you perhaps like to work with me?" She makes an offer to him as the tip of her fingernails trails on the man's broad shoulder like she is casting a spell.
Her amused eyes look at him, waiting for the man's favorable response.
Alfredo smirks a
