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Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud

The Cat That Listens to the Wind's Story
Maeve Lane, at the age of 18, was the white moonlight in the hearts of all the children from affluent families at the affiliated school.\nShe was proud, flamboyant, and often carried an air of casual indifference.\nLike an extremely lazy wild rose.\n-\nDuring university, Maeve Lane pinned a man against the wall, half-raising her eyes and casually said—\n“Be my boyfriend, ten grand a month.”\nJulian Fairchild’s gaze was deep as the sea, “Is this how you treat all good-looking men?”\n-\nAfter a change in the Lane Family.\nMaeve Lane was forced to give up her studies and enter the entertainment industry.\nOnly then did Maeve Lane come to know—\nThe man she once threatened and coerced\nWas now an emperor of the silver screen in the industry\nAnd turned out to be the second young master of Aurelia’s top elite family, the Fairchild Family.\n-\nCountless elites coveted this defeated wild rose.\nEven the always noble and cold-hearted Master Fairchild drank through the night for her.\nFinally, one day—\nHe pinned her in the corner, eyes rimmed in red, “Maeve Lane, how dare you abandon me?”\n【Defeated Proud Wild Rose × Obsessive Devoted Young Master】\n【Fake Player × Genuine Innocent】\n【Seemingly Interested in Others but Secretly in Love with Each Other】\nBroken Mirror Reforged + Entertainment Industry + Marriage Before Love
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