The Billionaire's Pretty Thief

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On the table, a large stout man sat at the head o

woken up from the perfect side of the bed. On the other si

shaped face buried in her plate of food. So far, so

with her uncle, but then, they are glued together. Today seemed promising, the sun had been overheard sinc

of the sliced meat into his mouth,

mething was up with

e up with, something that would mak

don. The effect was disastrous especially for her at that age. For her not

mpany. Nothing profitable has come out of it, and two ye

y when one has a carele

e into a thief. Crystal's beautiful face

stal, your heart-shaped face and bulb eyes do the trick perf

s on her food, but then, her Uncle's tearful appearance on her body always made her

x was done with the meal and he picked t

You are welcome, Uncle Max," she let out trying her best to be pol

could sh

centuated her seductive looks each time she lured a man to her

e face of the men who always thought that

she makes them sleep, she steals from them and elopes,

juicy lips of hers, exquisite, always full and blossoming. The way her lips were carv

active but made men wan

owing of the men, she just wanted their bags filled

d move on with their lives. "Crystal, are you there?" Maxwell asked. She had to tak

. "Excuse me?" she let out. This time, he looked at her quiz

ght, she had her problems, and he was one of his problems, but then saying it

l environment like this is all that is needed, nothing more, nothing les

t this time, she locked her eyes on her plate, noticing that she had b

her heart, he had to solve her problem if he wanted her to work for him again. At

ut it. She has been a toy in his manipulative hands, alw

she wants to destroy his plans, so

rt. Gently, he placed his palms on the mahogany t

had grown overnight, he

fice. Make sure you are the Crystal, we s

g that, he