Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Young Master, everyone is saying that women love bad guys... In my opinion, Miss Severe doesn't like a gentleman like you!"

Cole frowned. "You think I'm not bad enough?"

Uh. Carson clammed up sulkily.

After a long pause, Carson reluctantly added, "You're plain evil, Young Master, but you're cloaked in a sheep's skin, so how is Miss Severe supposed to see your true colors?"

Cole said, "So you want me to show her my true colors? What if I frighten her?"

This plan would not work!

Carson pondered for a very long time. "Could Miss Severe be a face-judger?"

Cole touched his face, then asked with a faint smile, "Do I look that bad?"

When Cole caught a glimpse of Carson's subtle ' inexpressible' gaze, he lamented and expressed his indignation on why heaven had made Jay after making Cole.

Carson said carefully, "You look good, Young Master, but you're just a teensy-weensy bit worse than that otherworldly beauty Jay."

grimly, "Are you

Uh.

his words suddenly. He thought about it for a very long time when a lightbulb lit

at him eagerly. "Hurry up and tell

girl. Unfortunately, as charming as you are, you still can't compare to Jay. You have commendable skills yet were vanquished by him. You may be the king of assassins, but he's

that he did not even notice

from Carson lest they suffer

as Cole was about to hack Carson to death, Carson changed his words abruptly, "Although we're inferior to him in everything, we hold a trump

that he had raised

is a billionaire president, but you're

said, "Angelina isn't a

can do anything you like. If Miss Severe isn't someone who worships money, that just means

do you suggest I use my money

If Miss Severe wants to travel, make sure that the private jet is always on call ... As long as you can make her have rich man's disease, then Jay

an eyebrow. "You want me to agree to every request she makes? The Yorks men will not spoil

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work. How could a prideful man like Young Master pester a woman over and over