"Are you sure it’s just a madman?"
Kyle Keaton still didn’t release his grip on July Quinn, his black eyes unfathomable.
A madman, would he challenge him, Kyle Keaton, with billions?
A madman, could he appear at the Jacobs Group’s rigorously screened auction without leaving a trace?
Indeed, as soon as July Quinn stepped off the stage, Kyle Keaton had already asked Miles Jacobs to investigate the man in the baseball cap.
But so far, there’s no trace of him in the information registered at the auction.
This gave Kyle Keaton a sense of naless crisis.
Yet as he pressed with serious questions, July Quinn responded with a faint smile.
In that instant, the ceaseless traffic and the bustling crowds all beca her background.
But after she smiled, she simply said, "If he’s not a madman, then what could he be?"
Coming directly to the country without even a greeting, if that’s not madness, what is?
When she sees him, July Quinn plans to give him a beating.
"July Quinn..."
Kyle Keaton intended to continue questioning her.
There was an unshakeable feeling that the man in the baseball cap had an unusual relationship with July Quinn.
Could he be her man from the past?
After all, she’s so captivating!
Now, every ti he closes his eyes, Kyle Keaton imagines July Quinn using the sa tactics she used on him on that man in the baseball cap...
At this mont, he seed to sll sothing burning.
Only then did he realize, it was his heart that had been placed on the grill.
And the instigator was July Quinn.
But this woman shalessly took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist.
Raising her head, her eyes misty, filled with allure.
"Honey, what do you think are my chances if I enter a dance competition?"
Never mind how abruptly she changed the subject, just her lingering and tender "honey" made Kyle Keaton hear her motive to distract him.
He snorted coldly, remaining silent, just watching her with icy eyes.
How great her chances are, Kyle Keaton didn’t believe she had no self-awareness.
Even if Kyle Keaton had only truly seen her dance once, he knew she was born for the stage. Not only dazzling and brilliant, but her dance skills and foundation are unmatched.
With her participating in such minor dance competitions, will she leave room for others?
Yet Kyle Keaton’s cold snort inexplicably turned into doubt in July Quinn’s eyes.
"Honey, do you an ’don’t comnt without knowing the whole story’?"
Kyle Keaton’s stern expression showed a slight crack: "..."
How did I not know I had a ’don’t comnt without knowing the whole story’ side?
Kyle Keaton’s confusion remained unanswered when July Quinn suddenly said:
"Honey, let show you a dance right here."
And then, this woman freed herself from Kyle Keaton’s hands that were around her waist and perford a dance right on the street.
"Ready! Touch leg down, flick head up, squat, retract legs, hands on hips, touch leg up..."
She called out orders while executing the movents.
At that mont, the bustling street seed to turn into her personal stage.
Alluring but not vulgar, every move filled with charm, even the wind on the street carried a seductive air.
The bustling crowd paused to watch, buzzing with excitent.
So drivers were so captivated by her dance, they forgot the road ahead, causing accidents.
For a mont, the scene was full of noise.
Kyle Keaton stood closest, watching the woman’s tempting gestures, his face turning ashen.
At this mont, only one thought occupied his mind—to hide this woman who brings disaster, to prevent her from harming others.
As for the firm determination he had to force out the identity of that man in the baseball cap, he threw it all to the back of his mind.
Even if he clearly knew this was a trick by this woman to change the subject, he just couldn’t control himself.
And so, just as people were about to take out their phones to capture the graceful woman on the street, they saw the man beside her hoist her over his shoulder and quickly leave...
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