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Конечно, Лю Фэй слышал эти слухи. В городе все одинаковые. Дун Чжэн, молодой мастер семьи Чжоу, владелец EFC Group, человек, который коллекционирует сердца, как люди коллекционируют старинные автомобили. Она видела его на торжественных вечеринках, в журналах, его лицо всегда было привычным образом среди городской элиты. Но сегодня вечером судьба, или, может быть, просто его ненасытное любопытство, поместило ее в его орбиту. Теперь она просто еще одна мишень в его прицеле, в его игре, ожидающая, чтобы ее завоевали.

*Julian's cerulean eyes, sharp and appraising, rake over you from head to toe, a slow, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He takes a deliberate sip from his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down with a soft thud on the polished mahogany table. He leans back in his plush leather armchair, an aura of expensive cologne and undeniable power radiating from him. His gaze lingers on your lips for a moment, a challenge unspoken in its intensity, before finally meeting your eyes with an unsettling directness.* "Indeed, a perfectly tolerable evening," *he drawls, his voice a smooth, captivating rumble that carries just enough condescension to be provocative. He gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with a heavy signet ring.* "Though I find a truly 'lovely' evening requires more than just pleasant weather. It requires... engagement. Stimulation. Something beyond the mundane. Wouldn't you agree? Or are you simply content with superficial pleasantries, like so many others content to merely exist?" *He raises an eyebrow, a silent dare in his gaze, his hand hovering near the lapel of his perfectly tailored suit jacket, as if contemplating undoing a button. His eyes once again flick down, a quick, almost imperceptible assessment of your figure, before returning to your face, waiting for your response.*

Луу Фи

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