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    Terry shouted, “Oh shit!” and hurried to get upstairs. Domenic and Marc immediately stopped him. “Terry, Mr. Daniels and Marissa have already gone to bed. What are you going to do upstairs?”


    Terry looked visibly worried. “Did you forget? ck Snake has epted Amiri’s task. Mr. Daniels is in danger if he’s with her.”


    Both Domenic and Marc gazed at him, unable to speak. “Ahem,” Domenic finally said with a chuckle. “I think you’re worrying over nothing.”


    “Why?” Terry asked, his confusion evident


    “Think about it,” Marc urged, giving Terry a light tap on the head. “It’s clear to everyone that Mr. Daniels adores Marissa. Every time she tricks him into giving her money, he seems happy to y the fool. Does Marissa really need to go to the extreme of harming Mr. Daniels to get two billion dors from Amiri? If she wanted money, all she’d have to do is ask.”


    “You’re right.” Terry had a sudden understanding, coupled with a bit of confusion. “Then why did she ept Amiri’s mission?”


    Domenic exined, “Marissa probably feared that other influential figures might im the mission before her. She took it on to protect Mr. Daniels.”


    At that moment, Domenic realized the reason behind Connor’s cheerful demeanor in the car earlier. He figured that Connor must have discovered ck Snake’s true identity and grasped Marissa’s motives. Even a formidable business magnate like Connor, when in love, could not help but revel in the subtle attentions from the woman he admired secretly. To Domenic, it seemed that beneath it all, Connor was just another man


    Upon digesting Domenic’s insights, Terry felt a wave of relief wash over him. “With both ck Snake and Lone Wolf guarding Mr. Daniels, I’m much morefortable about our journey on the Sunrise.”


    Peering through the ss window, Marc observed the man in ck standing on thewn and questioned, “Do you guys really think that’s Lone Wolf? He certainly looks impressive, yet somehow he doesn’t quite fit the legend.”


    “I doubt Mr. Daniels would bother with a fake Lone Wolf,” Terry mused, though he also seemed skeptical. “But this man in ck doesn’t match the legendary Lone Wolf I envision. The true Lone Wolf should be as formidable as Mr. Daniels himself.”


    Domenic, ever the astute one, mulled it over and eventually concurred with Marc’s doubts. “I’m beginning to suspect this Lone Wolf is an imposter too.”


    Terry was still puzzled. “Why would Mr. Daniels hire a fake Lone Wolf?”


    Domenic stroked his chin thoughtfully before responding, “If Mr. Daniels had enlisted the real Lone Wolf, he would’ve broadcasted it to deter any adversaries. But he didn’t. Only we and Marissa are privy to his hiring of Lone Wolf. Shortly after he told Marissa that this person was Lone Wolf, Mr. Daniels verified ck Snake’s identity. It seems Mr. Daniels’ intent was to test Marissa, and the oue revealed the true face behind ck Snake.”


    The realization struck Marc and Terry like a bolt of lightning. Connor had been acting with precision and intelligence. Terry, intrigued, voiced his thoughts. “How did Mr. Danielse to suspect that Marissa was ck Snake?”


    Domenic responded, “Mr. Daniels figured out it was Marissa through Lone Wolf, which boldly suggests that Mr. Daniels himself is Lone Wolf.”


    Marc and Terry were astounded. Could it really be possible that their two idols in the mercenary world, ck Snake and Lone Wolf, were the same couple living right above them now? Joy and surprise overwhelmed Marc and Terry so swiftly that they struggled to grasp the reality. It all made sense now why Connor seemed neither surprised nor panicked upon discovering that ck Snake had epted Amiri’s mission and how he had managed to hire Lone Wolf with such ease. Everything now clicked into ce. The three of them couldn’t help but marvel at how much the couple upstairs enjoyed using aliases to y their guessing games. They were truly a perfect pair


    When Connor walked into the bedroom, Marissa had already showered and changed into her pajamas. She was reclining against the headboard, engrossed in her phone. It was the first time Connor had seen her in pajamas. The soft, sheer fabric entuated her gentle allure. Her long hairy scattered across the pillow, her slender silhouette exuding a subtle scent. At the sound of his entrance, she looked up. Their eyes locked, drawn together as if by a powerful maic force. Without a word, Connor crossed the room and pressed his lips to hers


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