The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

In the beginning, Nathan hesitated before accepting Thunder's kindness because he was afraid of these troubles. Back then, no one would bother him after he killed someone.

Irene came out of the shower and changed into fluffy cartoon pajamas, looking naive.

The woman who came out of Swallow Camp could embody any role depending on what she wore and how she looked. Irene did it flawlessly, making it impossible for anyone to find fault with her.

She was startled when she saw Nathan preparing meals in the kitchen, but then a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through her heart. She imagined herself already married, coming home from work to find her husband cooking in the kitchen.

Freedom is like an unchained feather, it will float away as soon as the wind blows...

Irene couldn't help but think of this sentence spoken by a senior predecessor with great emphasis.

It was a simple meal, but it could be called a delicious dinner, which satisfied Irene.

Then, she asked, "Mr. Evans, are you staying here tonight?”

Nathan said, "No, you have a good rest, and you will go to Giradia Group to work formally tomorrow, I don't want to disturb you."

Irene said ambiguously, "This is not an interruption, but an encouragement."

Nathan shook his head and said, "You don't have to deliberately please me. This is not something you should do because you will have a brand-new life in the future."

Although Irene got into his bed that day, he still thought that it was just a girl's desire to survive and wanted to curry favor with him so that she would be safe.

"I didn't try to please you. You saved my life, and you are willing to give me freedom. Can't you tell that I already like you?" Irene asked with some resentment.

When she said these words, she looked very pitiful.

However, Nathan was well aware that Irene was a woman who came out of Swallow Camp, and that the display of these emotions was a result of special training.

Irene was a little depressed and asked, "What should I do to make you trust me? The act of a hero saving a beauty has existed since ancient times, and often feelings arise only after the woman has been saved. Our emotional logic is completely in line with the logic of the story and the laws of nature..."

and said, "I think you are still too confused now. You have to calm down and think about such things carefully. No one appears more self-righteous

her lips and thought to herself. Suddenly, she found herself agreeing with

Irene silently crossed her legs and raised her trousers, revealing her calves. Her calf was covered with

Who wears silk stockings with their pajamas at home?

planned this

couldn't help but roll his

Irene stood up directly, walked to

in the chicken soup. Drink it while it's still hot. I won't

to

get out of the way, don't blame me

said, "Today, I can use ten percent

a deep

used one percent of her skills, and that was enough to impress him. Now she was claiming to use ten

much more powerful could

no match for the tough and skilled special agent who had blocked his way and threatened him. As she declared her intent to use ten

very tough. In order to avoid being beaten at a disadvantage, he could

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these... Really only ten

my skills! Swallow Camp is brilliant to include all these things in their lessons. There are even

It's awesome...

sighed and

agents of the Swallow Camp could become the wives of high-ranking officials in

shirt, and the sun shone in from outside, falling on her long golden hair and fair face. The shirt swayed gently with the breeze, and it couldn't hide the sexiness of her long legs. At this moment, Irene rested her chin on her

that she seemed to have completed some kind of transformation. Could this girl be a succubus sneaking into the world to complete evolution in this way? Thinking about that, Nathan turned on the phone, and all he could see was a bunch of missed calls, so he didn't bother to care about it for now. Instead, he turned on the camera and took a picture of Irene standing

awake!" Irene turned around when she heard the click of the

he had forgotten his appointment with Gussie and Julian

how much he disliked people without a sense of time. It was ironic how much of a