At a table not far from Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston in the barbecue restaurant, the bodyguards responsible for protecting Kyle were all wide-eyed, incredulously watching the man they saw as almost unattainably high being "attacked on the face" by a woman. If this scene were seen by people in the Corporation, it might cause quite a stir there.
"Oh my god, she... touched President Kyle’s face," someone couldn’t help but mumble.
"She... is still touching it," another followed up.
"Last time a woman tried to get close to the President, but her hand was almost crippled by him before she even got near."
"This Miss Quinn, she... she even touched the President’s waist!" someone’s voice trembled, even though the President was clothed, it was shocking enough.
But then, a more distorted voice joined in, "No way, she... she kissed the President’s face!" And more importantly, the President actually cooperated, allowing the other person to wrap an arm around his neck, and even tilted his body slightly to make it easier for her to kiss his cheek.
These bodyguards, who were used to facing bombs or assassins without flinching, were now all stiff as boards, looking as if they’d seen a ghost after witnessing this scene.
Mabel Quinn’s mind was all fuzzy at this moment, barely thinking at all, just instinctively disliking the attitude and disdainful looks of those two girls, and wanting to prove that appearance isn’t everything on instinct.
And the poor little amount of thinking she could manage led her to use Kyle Kinston to prove her point. After touching Kyle’s face and chest, and even kissing his cheek, Mabel boldly told the two girls, "See, good looks... aren’t necessary. Whether you can be a couple... depends on two people’s... hic... feelings..."
As she spoke, she hiccuped a few more times.
The two girls’ faces turned extremely sour at this, and the tomboyish girl spoke incoherently in anger, "Someone like you could never match with a man like that. Even if you’re a couple now, you’ll be dumped sooner or later!"
Kyle Kinston’s face suddenly turned stern, "Shut up!"
The tomboyish girl’s body shivered, and an inexplicable fear rose from the depths of her heart.
"In this world, she’s the only one who matches with me." A cold voice rang out again in the barbecue restaurant, leaving the two girls with expressions of shock, while the bodyguards at the nearby table were already too stunned to react.
As for the topic’s main character, Mabel Quinn, her mind was still in a muddle, and she didn’t catch what Kyle said at all, her fuzzy brain was merely thinking, how could this man be so good-looking, such eye candy, even the feel was nice, just kissing and touching wasn’t enough.
So in front of everyone’s eyes, Mabel Quinn directly wrapped her arms around the President’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
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