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    Connor’s smile vanished instantly. Whether due to disappointment or remorse, he felt a difort in his heart. Even Domenic, Marc, and Terry felt as if they had done something terribly wrong. This country girl, presented with enormous riches, still chose not to postpone her wedding, demonstrating her deep love for her fiancé. She was set to marry her fiancé, but their error had turned her first marriage into her second. It was clear they had made a significant mistake


    The silence in the room stretched on. Without any embarrassment, Connor asked, “Could you possibly discuss it with your fiancé?”


    “No, my inws have prepared everything for the wedding. That can’t be changed,” Marissa responded decisively


    At this point, any decent man would have known to back off. Yet, Connor unexpectedly threw another question her way. “Do you love your fiancé?”


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    “We’ve known each other since childhood back in Adagend,” Marissa answered, her tone indicating she was done with the topic. Seeing that she wasn’t interested in talking about her fiancé further, Connor stopped. He then offered a bitter smile. “I truly apologize forplicating things on the day before your wedding. If exining this to your fiancé proves difficult, I’m willing to help you rify things with him.”


    “There’s no need, I can manage my own matters.”


    Being so quickly rejected made Connor feel as if he had been pped, a strange sense of pain. It was as if a fire was lit inside him, leaving him uneasy. “Miss Nash, I’ll apany you to the court tomorrow for the divorce. However, could you consider staying tonight? It wouldfort my grandmother if she saw you as her granddaughter-inw upon waking up. Don’t worry, I’lle up with a way to exin your departure without disrupting your wedding ns.”


    Marissa instinctively wanted to say no; she preferred to stay away from the Daniels family’splicated affairs. A powerful family like theirs came with tangled rtionships that could easily lead toplications. However, considering Arabe’s fragile, ailing condition, she found herself unable to decline


    Finally, she said, “Alright.”


    It was merely a meeting, a slight trick, nothing serious. “Thank you,” Connor said, clearly relieved. He quickly signed the divorce agreement and wrote a check for 500 million dors. Marissa took the check without hesitation and slipped it into her pocket


    “See you tomorrow morning, Mr. Daniels,” she said, then ascended the stairs. As soon as she entered her room, a maid appeared, carrying a stack of new clothes and a package of sanitary pads


    Seeing the sanitary pads, Marissa suddenly understood something. She quickly nced down. “Miss Nash, Mr. Daniels asked me to prepare these for you.”


    There was a stain of dried blood from the Dreamweed thorns between her legs, but Connor had mistaken it for menstrual blood. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. How dare he scrutinize such a personal aspect of a woman’s body. Pervert!


    By the next morning, the weather had improved. Marissa got up early and made her way downstairs. As she descended the stairs, she overheard Arabe’s voice


    “Hurry and arrange the flowers. My granddaughter-inw loves roses and will be delighted to see them. Oh, and be careful not to wake her!”


    Feeling Marissa’s gaze, Arabe swiftly turned around. Upon seeing Marissa, she smiled and eximed, “My granddaughter-inw!” But her expression quickly changed to one of anger as she said, “You are not my granddaughter-inw!”


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