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Nurse walking 479

    <b>Chapter </b><b>479 </b>


    ‘Enthrall Scent? That stinks like hell. How can you even call it that?‘ Joshua sneered inwardly.


    Of course, even if this perfume could actually bewitch someone, it would only work if it was on Shermaine. Only then could it affect Joshua. Besides, his body had a unique constitution.


    Joshua said slowly and deliberately, “I told you–you stink.”


    Queen Cobra was stunned, herposure cracking. She would never forgive Joshua. ‘He’d called me smelly again. If he ever fell into <b>my </b><b>hands</b><b>, </b><b>I </b><b>would </b>torture him mercilessly.‘


    Since the Enthrall Scent had failed, Queen Cobra decided to unleash her secret weapons.


    She removed her earrings, which transformed into mechanical arms. Her high heels underwent the same transformation.


    The de in Queen Cobra’s hand extended, growing longer and deadlier.


    Shermaine waited patiently, calcting that Joshua would need another seven or eight minutes to return.


    The club lights dimmed further, creating an even more intimate atmosphere. The music shifted fromzy and seductive to passionate and <b>wild</b>.


    Bodies collided on the dance floor, sparking with electric energy. The rhythmic beat intensified, driving the dancers into a frenzy. Some couples were making out right there in the crowd as cheers erupted around them.


    It was a night made for letting go.


    But without Joshua beside her, Shermaine remained unmoved.


    Then she caught a familiar, crisp scent. A figure appeared at her side.


    She looked up as the man extended his hand. “Baby, I’m back. I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s dance.” His voice was exceptionally gentle.


    Shermaine’s brow lifted almost imperceptibly. As he reached for her hand, she pulled back at thest second.


    “No matter how well you imitate him, you’re not him.” Her voice turned cold.


    Behind his mask, the man’s expression hardened.


    Simon had changed everything to get close to her–his hair color, his voice, his clothes, even his cologne–all to match that man perfectly. Yet even in thi dim, chaotic club, Shermaine had seen through his disguise instantly.


    “You’re right. I’m not him.” Simon decided toe clean. “I thought pretending would be enough to get what I wanted–just one dance <b>with </b><b>you</b>. <b>But</b><b>! </b>guess I’ve failed.”


    Shermaine let out a softugh<b>, </b>thinking to herself, ‘Dance with me? In his dreams. No, actually, a scumbag like <b>him </b><b>doesn’t </b><b>even </b><b>deserve </b><b>to </b><b>dream </b><b>about </b>


    it.‘


    “Then get lost,” she said bluntly.


    The harsher Shermaine was, the more intrigued Simon became. At least she wasn’t indifferent to him.


    Instead of getting angry, Simon found himself almost enjoying her hostility. His woman could be as rude <b>as </b><b>she </b>wanted.


    “Sorry, but I can’t do that.” He kept his <b>eyes </b><b>on </b>her. “I know you’re waiting for him, but <b>are </b>you sure he’ll <b>show </b><b>up </b><b>tonight</b><b>? </b>


    <b>07:23 </b><b>Wea</b><b>, </b>


    Shermaine didn’t <b>bother </b>responding <b>to </b>such a ridiculous question. She knew <b>Joshua’s </b>capabilities better than anyone<b>. </b>No one on this ship <b>could </b>touch


    <b>him</b>.


    “Boa<b>, </b>let me be clear–you won’t see him tonight. I always y dirty when I want something, and right now, I want <b>you</b><b>.” </b>Simon pressed on when she stayed silent.


    Shermaine smiled slowly. “You’re that sure I won’t see him tonight?” She could smell the money on this fool. “Sounds like <b>you’re </b><b>itching </b>to make a bet with me. Just so you know, if you’re betting against me, you’d better have deep pockets.”


    <b><i>AD </i></b>
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