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"Skin her alive? How about we rip out her tendons instead?" The inquiry was made with genuine sincerity, earnestly seeking Doreen Pulitzer's opinion.Doreen Pulitzer shivered suddenly. "Ferguson Kennedy, be reasonable. She was just venting her frustration. There's no need to take it seriously.""Is that so?" Ferguson Kennedy raised his hand, his long, pale fingers hovering near the left side of Doreen Pulitzer's face. Five finger marks were stark and shocking.He asked, "What about this slap?""An eye for an eye, but she is older and can be considered a senior. Today's incident was also because of Jeff Boswell's disappearance," Doreen Pulitzer said. "An apology would suffice."Ferguson Kennedy was displeased. "A flimsy apology is useless."Doreen Pulitzer didn't argue with him. In a low voice, she said, "Let Frank stop. The punishment has been enough.""Are you angry?" Ferguson Kennedy gently pinched her pretty nose with his fingertips.Doreen Pulitzer turned her face away, avo

"Fresh from a beating yesterday, and today you're here trying to curry favor. Doreen Pulitzer, your skin is thicker than the city walls," a male voice rang out.Doreen Pulitzer turned her head. Harry Bruno, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, flipped the back of his suit and sat arrogantly beside her.The case of Lisa Willard's kidnapping had become a cold one. Although the police claimed they wouldn't give up on finding her, everyone knew that after so much time, even if they found her, it would only be a pile of bones. Harry Bruno, who refused to pay the 6 million ransom, became the talk of the town in H City as a complete scoundrel. He holed up at home, drowning himself in alcohol and sleep, wallowing in depression for a long time.Madam Tang issued an ultimatum: if he continued like this, he wouldn't get another penny. Only then did Harry Bruno slowly return to his former lifestyle—painting unsold paintings, visiting galleries, drinking, and socializing. But returning to the p

Doreen Pulitzer turned around. In the dim light, she could only make out a vague outline of Edison Duncan's face.Next to him sat Atwood Keynes, who said in a calm voice, "Ignore him, his petty side is acting up again.""Ouch!" Edison Duncan was displeased and jabbed Atwood Keynes with his elbow.The next second, he let out a scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, drawing the attention of those around them. Atwood Keynes, startled, quickly covered Edison Duncan's mouth with his hand.Edison Duncan, in pain, grabbed the back of Ferguson Kennedy's chair with both hands, muttering, "Ferguson, you used a dirty trick! How low can you get?!"Doreen Pulitzer was confused; what did this have to do with Ferguson Kennedy?Ferguson Kennedy shifted his feet, moving his chair slightly. Edison Duncan, now free, clutched his left leg. "How childish!!... Damn it!"It turned out that Ferguson Kennedy had secretly pinned Edison Duncan's toes under the chair leg.Doreen Pulitzer turned

The lighting at the side of the stage was not very bright, and Doreen Pulitzer couldn't make out the expression on Ferguson Kennedy's face, nor could she tell whether he was referring to martial arts or dance."Thank you," she replied.Ferguson Kennedy couldn't help but laugh out loud.In the dim light, Doreen Pulitzer glared at him sideways.Ferguson Kennedy's long, slender hand rested on her waist, guiding her out of the banquet hall.Doreen Pulitzer asked, "Is it over?""Who cares?" Ferguson Kennedy's large hand on her waist became restless, gently caressing through the fabric. "Let's go first."Indeed, it was best to leave when faced with such a situation. As soon as they got into the car, Doreen Pulitzer relaxed, leaning back in the seat and exhaling a breath of stale air.Ferguson Kennedy turned his head and smiled at her, "When did you learn to dance? I never knew about this before.""I can't just start dancing at home for no reason," Doreen Pulitzer retorted, then adde

"The apartment is about 60 square meters, but the usable area ratio is high, at 88%! The most important thing is that it's well-ventilated with two balconies, which can be converted into a small study..."The real estate agent spoke fluently, leading Doreen Pulitzer and her party to view three apartments in the neighborhood. Although the descriptions were similar for each, none of them were bad.Doreen Pulitzer asked Chen Munan, "What do you think?"Chen Munan was a bit confused, "They're all good, but I don't know how to choose."Doreen Pulitzer chuckled, "Then among these three, which one do you like? If you don't like any, we can go see more.""Oh?" Chen Munan finally understood Doreen Pulitzer's intention. He said, "I'll be going to college in half a year, and I won't be coming back often—""Even if it's less, having a place of your own feels different," Doreen Pulitzer smiled. "If you can't decide, I'll choose for you."Chen Munan pursed his lips, hesitating to speak.Jeff