Chapter 108 (1/2)

Thatcher saw two chickens in a love fight and thought it was a disgrace.

What a fool they are to say that they are not lovers.

Isn’t it funny that they’re not blindfolded, and they’re the only ones who don’t realize that honey was falling from their eyes? But as expected, he had no intention of cutting into other people’s love affairs.

Let’s keep shoveling somewhere else.

He shook his hands as if he had pulled out the flying chicken fur and smiled again for business.

It was sore on the eyes, and public and private affairs should be made clear.

“Wow, I was impressed by your eyes. The world is awash with raw meat geniuses, but Perdi’s possibilities are awash with stars. That’s a good choice. Your support is reliable.”

Thatcher joining in naturally left Vivian speechless.

“No, now sponsorship, all of a sudden, what nonsense is that– hey, do you hear me?”

They didn’t even listen to her. Unlike before, when it was a verbal contract, it seemed to be officially exchanging contract documents this time.

The signing of Perdi’s sponsorship began as if it had been prepared in advance. She was left alone and didn’t understand the situation at all.

She thought she’d finally be able to get out of his deadly spell, and now she’s a writer who is officially sponsored by him?

If they get back together like this, they have to face each other whenever they have time. Since he is a supporter, she should run whenever he calls.

Then you should never fall in love with him, what kind of torture is that?

Their contract was over.

However, it was only beginning to get involved with another contract.

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Jeezing-

“Hah, hot.”

The Duke of Bron trembled his whole body and scrolled up and down as if to admire the stuttering Cardel. She blushed her eyes with a groan whenever the vibrations rang. The eyes filled with tears shook pitifully.

“Now… that’s enough… hhh.”

“It’s only been two hours. Isn’t it too early to say something so weak?”

The Duke of Bron set his eyes on the papers he was holding again, ignoring her earnest plea.

Whenever the wagon shook significantly, the top part of the s*x toy was pressed to the limit, stimulating the inside. Cardel couldn’t stand the pressure, flinched back and convulsed. Wearing high heels, her legs shivered, unable to support herself.

“Huh, aaah!”

“Shh. Quietly. The coachman can hear.”