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    Connor looked up at Domenic. “What’s wrong?”


    Domenic handed him a report. “Take a look, Mr. Daniels. Our ship’s been raided by pirates—armed ones. They not only looted everything but also ughtered our crew.”


    Connor swiftly scanned the report, fury igniting in his eyes. “Who’s behind this?”


    “Amiri’s gang,” Domenic replied. “Amiri’s forces are expanding rapidly these days. He’s grown brazen. In the past, they merely plundered. Now, they’re resorting to ruthless killings, staining the sea with blood. To stay safe, many business groups are resorting to pleading with Amiri through intermediaries, forced to pay hefty sums annually. It’s taking a toll on everyone. The Daniels Group wields significant international influence. No one dared to challenge us before. Amiri must have grown overly audacious. How dare he target our ship!”


    Connor’s gaze narrowed with lethal intent


    He then replied to ck Snake, “I’m in.”


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    “Alright,” ck Snake acknowledged. “I’ll keep tabs on Amiri. I’ll reach out when the time’s right.”


    After talking with Lone Wolf, Marissa withdrew from the Dark Net and got up to go to the hospital. She foresaw the danger in assassinating Amiri on the Sunrise; no one could assure her safe return. Thus, she opted to perform Caylee’s surgery first


    Entering the living room, Marissa found Landen seated on the sofa, alone. As he noticed her, he rose and said solemnly, “Tiffany, I’ll be leaving the country in a few days.” He hesitated, restraining the words at the edge of his lips. After a prolonged pause, he continued, “Take care of yourself. My father’s the patriarch now. You won’t face any mistreatment in the Nash family. Learn from Dr. Riss. When you acquire some of her skills, you won’t suffer from poverty, no matter what.”


    Marissa gazed at his handsome face for a while before nodding. “I will.” With a smile, Landen gently ruffled her hair. Though younger than Marissa, he always yed the role of an older brother


    “I’m off to see my mom at the hospital,” Marissa stated, heading towards the door


    On the porch, she nced back at him with a smile. “Landen, I’m older than you. I’ll take care of both of us. Remember to lead the Nash family well in the future. Don’t let me down.” With those words, she departed


    Landen remained rooted in ce, his mind adrift for a while, sensing something amiss. Marissa rode her motorcycle to the hospital. While waiting at a traffic light, she retrieved a bottle of water from her basket. As she unscrewed the cap, she heard a wolf whistle followed by a man’s flirtatious voice. “Hey there, Beautiful! You look so familiar. You look like… like my kindergarten ssmate.”


    Marissa was repulsed by his approach. Such tactics to charm a girl seemed archaic. Without sparing him a nce, she tilted her head back, took a sip of water, and calmly sealed the bottle. Undeterred by her indifference, the man persisted. “Hey, Beautiful, fancy grabbing a drink sometime?”


    Marissa continued to ignore him. ncing in her motorcycle’s rearview mirror, she saw a shy red Lamborghini behind her. A somewhat decent-looking young man grinned at her through the car window, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of pursuit. His face triggered a memory of a file she had read at Connor’s ce


    The details of the man were included in the file, and Tiffany had also mentioned him in her diary. With a single nce, Marissa recognized him. He was Tiffany’s fifth fiancé, Wesson Clifford, heir to Clifford Art and Entertainment. He had infamously called off their engagement in a humiliating manner, turning Tiffany into the city’sughingstock and dissuading other suitors from pursuing her


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