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Jeong Hyeo-ri or Park So-hee couldn't help but admire Gwon Dae-hyun's skill in taekwondo. Even the gay Namhyun couldn't stop applauding as he watched every move of the man. His eyes nearly popped out as he stared at Gwon Dae-hyun's handsome and muscular body, especially as it glistened with sweat and his taekwondo outfit accentuated his chest. Namhyun stared at his muscular biceps, then his gaze shifted to the lower part of the man's body. Jeong Hyeo-ri suddenly shook her head at her friend's actions and couldn't help but nudge him to the side.

White masked guy wanted to continue his talk but as soon as Juliana heard the word jealous, she also gave her hand in his hand and that white masked guy smirked. After putting the glass on the table, he led Juliana to the middle of the garden and everyone was looking at them. They looked like a couple because of their white masks and black outfit. Juliana put her hands on the shoulders of white masked guy and he held Juliana by her waist. They both began to dance. "So, why do you want to make Adrian jealous? ''. Juliana asked him while dancing.

Yman thought for a second if how much agility and strength have had this guy's Attribute? It was obvious that this guy had higher Attributes than him! The guy's fingertips were able to reach him, causing him to stagger 2 and a half step backward. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelB(i)n.NET. Kyaaah! A sudden high pitched yell from someone when Yman bumped to the person behind him.

He didn’t expect to meet the young representative from the Star Chaebol in the great Country H here. Cam smiled once more. “Well, stop talking any more nonsense. My time is very precious!” “Either you pay me…” “Or you sleep with me!” “Otherwise, none of you will be able to leave!” Cluck, cluck, cluck… Dozens of thugs surrounded Harvey and Mandy. Several of them took off their coats and pulled out their black belts. Country J’s taekwondo, masters with an 8th degree blackbelt! These men were very strong. They could break off a tree with just one kick, and they were extremely powerful.

“Well, did she even pay? They’re going to stick you with the bill. If you can’t cover it, in the best-case scenario, you’ll get thrown out. In the worst-case scenario, you’ll end up being sent to jail.” “Look at him. What a sellout. He traded his dignity for a few stacks, and now he’s just the punchline of her joke.” “Exactly!” A few other classmates laughed loudly, “Totally. He’s licking her boots for scraps, and for what? He won’t get much money and will have ruined his own future.” “A person should be down-to-earth and live an honest life.” After listening to their taunts, I fired back directly. “You guys don’t need to worry about me.

Even if two Grahams showed up, they would not stand a chance. "Hey, Howard, don't kick me out! I was just letting the Calnan crew puff up their feathers a bit longer!" A voice with a hint of swagger replied—it was Mystical Chubby. The moment the voice stopped, a shadowy figure drifted down from above, landing smack in the middle of the standoff. The man was a mess of wounds. His bones were crushed, his life force hanging by a thread. His face was etched with sheer terror, a far cry from his usual commanding presence, clearly shaken from brutal torment.

If X was a woman, and privately he was hoping X was a woman, he'd handle her the way he'd handled Emily for five years. The private elevator at the end of the hall chimed. The doors opened. Ethan pulled on his most charming smile and stepped forward. "X. It's an honor. My name is Ethan Whitmore," The sentence died on his tongue. I walked out with my arm threaded through Adrian's, slow, deliberate steps, until I was right in front of him. I looked down at that twisted expression on his face. "Mr. Whitmore. It's been a while."

(**NAME-ssi - a polite way of talking to people who you don't know that well. ***Maknae - the youngest person of the group. ****Hyung - older brother; a polite way a younger male calls the older male. ) They went to the main part of the police station, specifically to Chief's office. When they entered the room, Soo Min immediately saw a young man sitting opposite the desk, who, seeing them, immediately stood up and saluted. He looked younger, but was a head taller than Soo Min, had black hair long enough to cover his ears, and the bangs fell slightly on his left eye. With this face he could successfully become a model, actor or even an idol. Only his silhouette matched the image of the model

A third man stood demanding Chang Minsu answer their questions. "Stop!" Hae Mina demanded. The men stopped and looked at the newcomers. Chang Minsu forced his head to rise. "Who are you?" the man closest to Hae Mina and Rhee Min-Jun growled. "Who we are is not your concern. What you should be concerned with is what I am going to do to you if you don't release that man." The man laughed, "Like what?" Rhee Min-Jun moved faster than Hae Mina expected as he darted towards the man and slammed his fist into the stranger's face.